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? 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. 352 Byron: Don Juan. Canto iii. St 74 She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight; 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, The Universe is girdled with a chain, Where Thou dost sit, the Universe to bless, Thou sovereign Smile of God, Eternal Loveliness. 360 R. II. 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, 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 3.. BEGGARS - see Bashfulness. Well whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say, To say, - there is no sin, but to be rich; Act ii. Sc. 2. Acti. Sc. 4 And being rich, my virtue then shall be, Goldsmith: Des. Village. Line 14. A beggar through the world am I, RELLS. James Russell Lowell: The Beggar Your voices break and falter in the darkness, - Bret Harte: The Angelus. Last 372 373 Cowper: 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, 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 159 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, Tennyson: In Memoriam. Pt. cv. Longfellow: Michael Angelo. Pt. vii. 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 i 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. ill |