Beauty with a bloodless conquest finds A welcome sovereignty in rudest minds. 333 Waller: Upon her Majesty's repairing to St. Paul. Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower. 334 Wm. Cullen Bryant: Scene on the Banks of Hudson. Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet. 335 Dryden: Cym. and Iph. Line 1. All things of beauty are not theirs alone For Heaven is bountiful; and suffers none J. G. Saxe: The Beautiful. Is she not more than painting can express, 337 Rowe: Fair Penitent. Act iii. Sc. 1. "Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin that I admire : Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. 338 Addison: Cato. Act i. Sc. 4. In wit, as nature, what affects our hearts, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all. 341 Pope: R. of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 15. Beauty's akin to Death. 342 Bailey: Festus. Sc. Millennial Earth. The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them - God or man. 343 Bailey: Festus. Sc. Wood and Water. What's female beauty, but an air divine, Through which the mind's all-gentle graces shine? 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? Or both? or neither a pretext?-a word? Its meaning flutters in me like a flame 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, 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 cheek, 350 Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 11. Who hath not proved how feebly words essay 351 Byron: Bride of Ab. Canto i. St. 6. 352 Byron: Don Juan. Canto iii. St. 74. An eye's an eye, and whether black or blue Is no great matter, so 'tis in request, 'Tis nonsense to dispute about a hue The kindest may be taken as a test. The fair sex should be always fair; and no man, Till thirty, should perceive there's a plain woman. 354 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 356 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 cliffs, 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. The careful insect 'midst his works I view, 367 Gay: Rural Sports. Canto i. Line 88. BEGGARS see Bashfulness. Well whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say, there is no sin, but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be, there is no vice but beggary. Shaks.: King John. Act ii. Sc. 2. Shaks.: 3 Henry VI. Act i. Sc. 4. To say, Goldsmith: Des. Village. Line 149. A beggar through the world am I, — 371 BELLS. James Russell Lowell: The Beggar. Your voices break and falter in the darkness, — Bret Harte: The Angelus. Last St. 372 In cadence sweet; now dying all away, 373 Couper: Task. Bk. vi. Line 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, Let us chime in a peal, one-and-all, For we all should be able to sing Hullabaloo. 374 Hood: Song for the Million. |