And sell the mighty space of our large honors For so much trash as may be grasped thus?

I'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.

237 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Bride.=

You are just a sweet bride in her bloom, All sunshine, and snowy, and pure.

238 THOMAS B. ALDRICH: _An Untimely Thought._

=Bridge.=

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattl'd farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.

239 EMERSON: _Hymn sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument._

=Brooks.=

A silvery brook comes stealing From the shadow of its trees, Where slender herbs of the forest stoop Before the entering breeze.

240 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Unknown Way._

=Brotherhood.=

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother.

241 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve,--how exquisite the bliss!

242 BURNS: _A Winter Night._

=Bubbles.=

The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them.

243 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Bucket.=

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

244 WOODWORTH: _The Old Oaken Bucket._

=Bud.=

The bud is on the bough again.

The leaf is on the tree.

245 CHARLES JEFFERYS: _The Meeting of Spring and Summer_

=Bugle.=

Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying!

And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.

246 TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iii., Line 360.

=Building.=

The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew: The conscious stone to beauty grew.

247 EMERSON: _The Problem._

=Burden.=

A sacred burden is this life ye bear: Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly, Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly.

248 FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE: _To the Young Gentlemen leaving Lenox Academy, Mass._

=Bush.=

For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?

249 EMERSON: _Good-Bye._

=Business.=

Let thy mind still be bent, still plotting, where And when, and how thy business may be done, Slackness breeds worms; but the sure traveller, Though he alights sometimes, still goeth on.

250 HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 57.

=Buttercups.=

All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower.

251 ROBERT BROWNING: _Home-Thoughts, From Abroad._

==C.==

=Cadence.=

Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.

252 DRYDEN: _To the Memory of Mr. Oldham,_ Line 15.

=Caesar.=