C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


New dressed and blooming as a bridal maid.

Walter Harte.

O, happy youth! for whom thy fate reserved so fair a bride.


Evasive of the bridal day, she gives fond hopes to all, and all with hope deceives.


A thin aerial veil is drawn o’er beauty’s face, seeming to hide, more sweetly shows the blushing bride.


The man who builds and wants wherewith to pay, provides a home from which to run away.


The bride, lovely herself, and lovely by her side a bevy of bright nymphs, with sober grace came glittering like a star, and took her place.


In ancient Bœotia brides were carried home in vehicles whose wheels were burned at the door, in token that they would never again be needed.

T. W. Higginson.

He laid him down and slept, and from his side a woman in her magic beauty rose; dazzled and charmed, he called that woman “bride,” and his first sleep became his last repose.


Up, up, fair bride! and call thy stars from out their several boxes; take thy rubies, pearls, and diamonds forth, and make thyself a constellation of them all.