What's female beauty, but an air divine, Some forms, though bright, no mortal man can bear; 344 Young: Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 141. What is this thought or thing Which I call beauty? is it thought or thing? a pretext? -a word? Its meaning flutters in me like a flame Under my own breath: my perceptions reel, As if it too were holy. 345 Mrs. Browning: Drama of Ex. Extrem. of Sword-Glare. The essence of all beauty, I call love. The attribute, the evidence, and end, The consummation to the inward sense, Of beauty apprehended from without, I still call love. 346 Mrs. Browning: Drama of Ex. Extrem. of Sword-Glare. Beauty, like wit, to judges should be shown; Both are most valued where they best are known. 347 Lyttelton: Soliloquy of a Beauty. Line 2. Emerson: The Rhodora. If eyes were made for seeing, Who can curiously behold Byron Beppo. St. 45. The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's check, Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 11. 350 Byron: Bride of Ab. Canto i. St. 6. Her overpowering presence made you feel 352 Byron: Don Juan. Canto iii. St 74 She was a form of life and light, 353 Byron: Giaour. Line 1135 An eye's an eye, and whether black or blue Is no great matter, so 'tis in request, The fair sex should be always fair; and no man, Byron: Don Juan. Canto xiii. St. 3 Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow 355 Byron: Don Juan. Canto i. St. 61 She walks in beauty, like the night Byron: She Walks in Beauty There was a soft and pensive grace, Scott: Rokeby. Canto iv. St. 5. There's beauty all around our paths, if but our watchful eyes Can trace it 'midst familiar things, and through their lowly guise. 358 Mrs. Hemans: Our Daily Paths. Campbell: Pl. of Hope. Pt. ii. Line 23 Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh, what were man? - a world without a sun! 359 The Universe is girdled with a chain, And hung below the Throne Where Thou dost sit, the Universe to bless, Thou sovereign Smile of God, Eternal Loveliness. 360 R. H. Stoddard: Hymn to the Beautiful. What is beauty? Alas! 'tis a jewel, a glass, A bubble, a plaything, a rose, "Tis the snow, dew, or air; 'tis so many things rare That 'tis nothing, one well may suppose, "Tis a jewel, Love's token; glass easily broken, A bubble that vanisheth soon; A plaything that boys cast aside when it cloys, 361 There is a spirit in the kindling glance Of pure and lofty beauty, which doth quell So beauty, arm'd with virtue bows the soul Bohn: Ms Bohn: Ms There is beauty in the rolling clouds, and placid shingle beach, In feathery snows, and whistling winds, and dun electric skies: There is beauty in the rounded woods, dank with heavy foliage, In laughing fields, and dinted hills, the valley and its lake: There is beauty in the gullies, beauty on the cliff's, beauty in sun and shade, In rocks and rivers, seas and plains, - the earth is drowned in beauty. BED. 363 Tupper: Proverbial Phil. Of Beauty. In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, The near approach a bed may show Of human bliss and human woe. 364 Isaac De Benserade: Trans. by Dr. Johnson Night is the time for rest; How sweet, when labors close, To gather round an aching breast The curtain of repose, Stretch the tir'd limbs and lay the head Down to our own delightful bed. 365 BEES. James Montgomery: Night So work the honey-bees; Creatures, that by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. 366 Shaks. Henry V. Act 1. Sc. 2 The careful insect 'midst his works I view, Gay: Rural Sports. Canto i. Line 8. BEGGARS- see Bashfulness. Well whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, Shaks.: King John. Act ii. Sc. 2. Shaks.: 3 Henry V. Act. Sc. 4 Goldsmith: Des. Village. Line 149. A beggar through the world am I, RELLS. James Russell Lowell: The Beggar Your voices break and falter in the darkness,- 372 How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear Bret Harte: The Angelus. Last S In cadence sweet; now dying all away, 373 Cowper: Task. Bk. vi. Lino 6 There's a music aloft in the air, As if Cherubs were humming a song, Now it's high, now it's low, here and there, For we all should be able to sing Hullabaloo. 374 Hood: Song for the Millior Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells Now loud as welcomes! faint now as farewells! As fluttered by the wings of Cherubim. 375 Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Hood: Ode to Rae Wilson, Esq. Line 153 Of youth, and home, and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime! 376 Moore: Those Evening Bells Ring out old shapes of foul disease, 378 Tennyson: In Memoriam. Pt. cv. Longfellow: Michael Angelo. Pt. vii. The Sabbath bell, That over wood, and wild, and mountain-dell 379 I heard Samuel Rogers: Human Life. The bells of the convent ringing 380 Longfellow: Christus. Golden Legend. Pt. ii. He heard the convent bell Suddenly in the silence ringing For the service of noonday. 381 Longfellow: Christus. Golden Legend. Pt il The bells themselves are the best of preachers; From their pulpits of stone in the upper air, Shriller than trumpets under the law, Now a sermon and now a prayer. The clangorous hammer is the tongue, This way, that way, beaten and swung; That from mouth of brass, as from mouth of gold May be taught the Testaments, New and Old. 382 Longfellow: Christus. Golden Legend Pt. iii |