Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn!
What dangers thou canst mak' us scorn!
Wi' tippenny we fear nae evil;
Wi' usquebae we'll face the devil!

BURNS, Tam O'Shanter, st. II

Bastion. A looming bastion fringed with fire.

TENNYSON, In Memoriam, xv, st. 5

Battle.- Battle's magnificently-stern array! BYRON,
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, st. 28

While the battle rages loud and long
And the stormy winds do blow.

CAMPBELL, Ye Mariners of England

Wut's words to them whose faith an' truth
On War's red techstone rang true metal,
Who ventered life an' love an' youth
For the gret prize o' death in battle?

LOWELL, Biglow Papers, II, x, st. 17

And hark! like the roar of the billows on the shore,
The cry of battle rises along their charging line!

For God! for the cause! for the Church! for the Laws!
For Charles, King of England, and Rupert of the Rhine!
MACAULAY, The Battle of Naseby, st. 5

On the perilous edge

Of battle.-MILTON, Paradise Lost, I, lines 276, 277

Battles. Soothed with the sound the king grew vain;
Fought all his battles o'er again;

And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew the
slain.
DRYDEN, Alexander's Feast, lines 66-68

Be. To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them?-SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iii, 1 Beak.—"Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"

Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"

Bear. To bear, to nurse, to rear,
To watch, and then to lose:

To see my bright ones disappear,
Drawn up like morning dews.

POE, The Raven, st. 17

JEAN INGELOw, Songs of Seven: Seven Times Six, st. 1

She will sing the savageness out of a bear.

SHAKESPEARE, Othello, iv, I

Beast.

The beast

With many heads.

SHAKESPEARE, Coriolanus, iv, 1

A beast, that wants discourse of reason,

Would have mourned longer.-SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 2

Move upward, working out the beast,

And let the ape and tiger die.

TENNYSON, In Memoriam, cxviii, st. 7

Beaten. Some have been beaten till they know
What wood a cudgel's of by th' blow;
Some kicked, until they can feel whether
A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather.

BUTLER, Hudibras, II, i, lines 221-224

Beautiful. With other articles of ladies fair,
To keep them beautiful, or leave them neat.

BYRON, Don Juan, Canto i, st. 143

Make no deep scrutiny
Into her mutiny
Rash and undutiful;
Past all dishonour,

Death has left on her

Only the beautiful.

HOOD, The Bridge of Sighs, st. 5

Beautiful as sweet!

And young as beautiful! and soft as young!
And gay as soft! and innocent as gay!

Beauty.

YOUNG, Night Thoughts, III, lines 81-83

My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:

For every season she hath dressings fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.

No beauty she doth miss

When all her robes are on:
But Beauty's self she is

When all her robes are gone.

ANONYMOUS, Madrigal: My Love in Her Attire

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,

The power of beauty I remember yet,

Which once inflamed my soul, and still inspires my wit.1

DRYDEN, Cymon and Iphigenia, lines 1-3

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever.

KEATS, Endymion, i, line 1

1Oh, the days are gone when beauty bright
My heart's chain wove,

When my dream of life from morn to night
Was love, still love!

T. MOORE, Love's Young Dream

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, i, 3

The goodness that is cheap in beauty makes beauty brief in goodness.

SHAKESPEARE, Measure for Measure, iii, 1

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!

SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet, i, 5

'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruellest she alive,

If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.

SHAKESPEARE, Twelfth Night, i, 5

Bed. Oh, bed! oh, bed! delicious bed!

That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

HOOD, Miss Kilmansegg, Her Dream

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,

To work my mind, when body's work's expired.

SHAKESPEARE, Sonnet xxvii

Of all the foes that man should dread
The first and worse one is a bed

For I've been born and I've been wed

All of man's peril comes of bed.

C. H. WEBB, Dum Vivimus Vigilamus, st. 1, 2

Bedclothes. He took lodgings for rain or shine
Under green bedclothes in '69.

HOLMES, Parson Turell's Legacy, st. 1

Bedfellows. Misery acquaints a man with strange bed

fellows.1

SHAKESPEARE, The Tempest, ii, 2

Bee. Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

SHAKESPEARE, The Tempest, v, 1 (Ariel's Song)

In they go,

Beggar and banker, porter and gentleman,

The cinder wench and the white-handed lady,

Into one pit: oh, rare, rare bedfellows!
There they all lie in uncomplaining sleep.
Do not all go to one place?

WILSON

Ecclesiastes, vi, 6

Beef. When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food,
It ennobled our hearts, and enriched our blood;
Our soldiers were brave, and our courtiers were good.
Oh, the roast beef of old England,

And oh, the old English roast beef!

FIELDING, The Roast Beef of Old England, st. 1

What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?

SHAKESPEARE, Taming of the Shrew, iv, 3

Beer.- Doth it not show vilely in me to desire small beer? SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part II, ii, 2

Taps, that in our day were famous,

Have given place to lager bier.

STEDMAN, The Ballad of Lager Bier, st. 1

Beetle. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part II, i, 2

Beggar.
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
To say there is no vice but beggary.

SHAKESPEARE, King John, ii, 1 [2]

Beggars. Beggars mounted run their horse to death. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part III, i, 4

Bell. The sound of the church-going bell.

COWPER, Alexander Selkirk, st. 4

His death, which happened in his berth,
At forty-odd befell:

They went and told the sexton, and
The sexton tolled the bell.

HOOD, Faithless Sally Brown, st. 17

If the midnight bell

Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,

Sound on into the drowsy ear of night.

SHAKESPEARE, King John, iii, 3

Bell, book and candle.1

Ibid.

1The Cardinal rose with a dignified look,

He called for his candle, his bell, and his book.

R. H. BARHAM, Ingoldsby Legends, The Jackdaw of Rheims

Go fetch me a book!-go fetch me a bell

As big as a dustman's! and a candle as well!

I'll send him where good manners won't let me tell!

R. H. BARHAM, Ingoldsby Legends, The Ingoldsby Penance

It is done!

Clang of bell and roar of gun
Send the tidings' up and down.

How the belfries rock and reel!
How the great guns, peal on peal,
Fling the joy from town to town!

WHITTIER, Laus Deo, st. I

Bells. Oh, the merry Christ-Church bells!

ANONYMOUS, The Merry Bells of Oxford

Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells,
Of youth and home and that sweet time
When last I heard their soothing chime.

T. MOORE, Those Evening Bells, st. 1

Hear the sledges with the bells
Silver bells!

What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,

In the icy air of night!

While the stars that oversprinkle

All the heavens seem to twinkle

With a crystalline delight.2— Poɛ, The Bells, st. 1

If ever you have looked on better days,

If ever been where bells have knolled to church,
If ever sat at any good man's feast,

If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear
And know what 't is to pity and be pitied,
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.

SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, ii, 7

The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid, the night is still;
A single church below the hill

Is pealing, folded in the mist.

A single peal of bells below,

That wakens at this hour of rest
A single murmur in the breast,
That these are not the bells I know.

TENNYSON, In Memoriam, civ
Ibid., cvi, st. I

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky.

Of the passage of the Thirteenth Amendment to the Constitution of the United States abolishing slavery.

2Jingle, jingle, clear the way, "T is the merry, merry sleigh! As it swiftly scuds along,

Hear the burst of happy song,

See the gleam of glances bright,
Flashing o'er the pathway white!
Jingle, jingle, past it flies,
Sending shafts from hooded eyes.
G. W. PETTEE, Sleigh Song.