Hast thou left thy blue course in heaven, golden-haired son of the sky ! The west has opened its gates; the bed of thy repose is there. The waves come, to behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling heads. They see thee lovely in thy sleep; they shrink away with fear. Rest, in thy shadowy cave, O sun! let thy return be in joy.
a. Ossian—Carrie-Th lira. St. 1.
And all the carnal beauty of my wife
Is but skin-deep.
b. Sir Thos. Overbury—A Wife.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
c. Pope—Rape of the Lnrk. Canto V.
'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call,
But the joint force and full result of all.
d. Pope—Essay. On Criticism. Pt. II.
For, when with beauty we can virtue join,
We paint the semblance of a form divine.
e. Prior— To the Countess of Oxford.
No longer shall the bodice aptly lac'd
From thy full bosom to thy slender waist,
'That air and harmony of shape express,
Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.
/. Prior—Henry and Emma. L. 429.
Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy, when they love?
g. Nicholas Howe—The Fair Penitent.
Act III. Sc. 1.
Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies, for instance.
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.
t. Georges Sand—Handsome Lawrence.
All things of beauty are not theirs alone
Who hold the fee; but unto him no less
Who can enjoy, than unto them who own,
Are sweetest uses given to possess.
j. J. O. Saxe— The Beautiful.
And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace,
.Of finer form, or lovelier face!
*. Scott—Lady of the Lake. Canto I.
There was a soft and pensive grace,
A cast of thought upon her face,
That suited well the forehead high,
The eyelash dark, and downcast eye;
I. Scvrr—Rokeby. Canto IV. St. 5.
Why thus longing, thus forever sighing
For the far-off, unattain'd, and dim.
While the beautiful all round thce lying
Offers up its low, perpetual hymn?
Mi. Harriet W. Sew All—Why Thus
Beauty comes, we scarce know how. as an emanation from sources deeper than itself. n. Shairp—Stu-die* in Poetry and
Philosophy. Moral Motive Power.
Beauty doth varnish age. o. Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3.
Beauty is a witch,
Against whose charms faith mclteth into blood. p. Afitfh Ado About Nothing. Act II.
Sc. 1. L. 186.
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. q. love's Labour's Lost. Act II. Sc.l.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good ;
A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly ;
A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud ;
A brittle glass that's broken presently ;
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour. r. The Passionate Pilgrim. St. 13.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. t. As You Like It. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 112.
Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy checks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. t. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3.
For her own person. It beggar'd all description. K. Antony and'Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2.
Heaven bless thee!
Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on : Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel. v. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 43.
Her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light. u'. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3.
I'll not shed her blood ;
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
x. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 3.
Of Nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast
And with the half-blown rose.
y. King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 53.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright 1
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear:
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
a. Rwnto and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 46.
Say that she frown ; I'll say she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wasli'd with dew.
6. Taming of the Shrew. Act II. Sc. 1.
See where she conies, apparell'd like the spring.
c. Pericles. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 12.
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
d. Tempeit. Act I. 8c. 2. L. 458.
Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
e. Twelfth Jfight. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 267.
A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty. /. Shelley— The Witch of Allan.
O beloved Pan, and all ye other gods of this place, grant me to become beautiful in the inner man.
g. Socrates—in Plato'» Ph&drus. End.
For all that faire is, is by nature good ;
That is a signe to know the gentle blood.
A. Spenser—Ait Hymne in Honour of
Beauty. L. 13'J.
Her face so faire, as flesh it seemed not.
But heavenly pourtraict of bright angels' hew,
Cleare as the skye withouten blame or blot.
Through goodly mixture of complexion's dew.
». Spenser—Faerie Queene. Canto III.
They seemed to whisper: "How handsome
What wavy tresses! what sweet perfume!
I'ndcr her mantle she hides her wings;
Her flower of a bonnet is just in bloom."
j. E. C. Stedmak—Translation. Jean
Prouvaire't Hong at the Barricade.
She wears a rose in her hair,
At the twilight's dreamy close: Her face is fair,—how fair
Under the rose!
t. R. H. Stoddard—Under the Rose.
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
And most divinely fair.
/. Tennyson—A Dream of Fair Women.
How should 1 gauge what beauty is her dole.
Who cannot see her countenance for her soul,
As birds see not the casement for the sky?
And as 'tis check they prove its presence by,
I know not of her body till I find
My flight debarred the heaven of her mind.
Mi. Francis Thompson—Her Portrait. St. 9.
Whose body other ladies well might bear
As soul,—yea, which it profanation were
For all but you to take as fleshly woof,
Being spirit truest proof.
n. Francis Thompson—"Mania Animam
Pinxit." St. 3.
Whose form is as a grove
Hushed with the cooing of an unseen dove.
o. Francis Thompson—"Manu» Animam
Pirucit." St. 3.
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the most. p. Thomson— The Seasons. Autumn.
Thoughtless of beauty, she was Beauty's self. q. Thomson— The Seatom. Autumn.
All the beauty of the world,'tis but skin deep. r. Kalph Vennino—Orthodo-xe Paradtutf* (Third Edition, 1650). The Triumph of Assurance. I*. 41.
The yielding marble of her snowy breast.
». Edmund Waller—On a Lady Passing
through a Crowd of People.
He she fairer than the day,
Or the flowery meads in May,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?
t. George Wither— The Shepherd's
Alas! how little can a moment show
Of an eye where feeling plays
In ten thousand dewy rays;
A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!
». Wordsworth—The Triad.
And beauty born of murmuring sound. v. Wordsworth—ThreeYcars She Qreiv in Sun and Shower.
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace.
Brought from a pensive, though a happy
Her eyes ns stars of Twilight fair,
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair,
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn.
x. Wordsworth—She was a Phantom of
True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.
a. Woedswoeth—To . Let Other
Bards of Angeh Sing.
What's female beauty, but an air divine, Through which the mind's all-gentle graces
They, like the Sun, irradiate all between ;
The body cliarms, because the soul is seen.
b. Young—Love of Fame. Satire VI.
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,
The bed be blest that I lye on.
c. Thomas Ady—A Cradle in the Dark.
P. 58 (London, 1656).
In bed we laugh, in bed we cry;
And born in bed, in bed we die;
The near approach a bed may show
Of human bliss to human woe.
d. Isaac De Benserade—Translated by
To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.
«. Nicholas Breton—Court and County. (1618: reprint.) P. 183.
Like feather-bed betwixt a wall
And heavy brunt of cannon ball.
/. ' Bctler—Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto II.
O bed ! O bed ! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
g. Hood—Him Kitmansegg. Her Dream.
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 on our own delightful bed !
A. James Montgomery—Night.
The bed has become a place of luxury to me! I would not exchange it for all the thrones in the world.
i. Napoleon I.
Beggars must be no choosers.
j. Beaumont And Fletcher—Scornful
Lady. ActV. 8c. 3.
Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report sometimes he did "go from door to door and sing ballads, with a company of boys about him." A'. Burton—Anatomy of Mehmcholy.
Pt. I. Sec. II. Mem. 4.
His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their
The long remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast. 1. Goldsmith—Deserted Village. L. 149.
To get thine ends, lay bashfulnesse aside; Who feares to aske, doth teach to be deny'd. m. Herrick—No Bashfulnesse in Begging.
A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity,
n. Lowell—The Beggar.
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity,
o. Sie Walter Raleigh—The Silent
Lover. St. 9.
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks. p. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 281.
I see, Sir, you are liberal in offers:
You taught me first to beg; and now, me-
You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd. q. Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1.
Speak with me, pity me, open the door:
A beggar begs that never begg'd before,
r. Richard II. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 77.
Unless the old adage must be verified,
That beggars mounted, run their horse to
death. ». Henry VI. Pt, III. Act I. So. 4.
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
To say, there is no vice but beggary.
t. King John. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 593.
They that deny a God destroy man's nobility ; for certainly man is of kin to the beasts by his body; and, if he be not of kin to God by his spirit, he is a base and ignoble creature.
u. Bacon—Essays. Of Atheism.
For fools are stubborn in their way,
As coins are harden'd by th' allay ;
And obstinacy's ne'er so stiff
As when 'tis in a wrong belief.
v. Butler—Hudibras. Pt. III.
Canto II. L. 481.
Belief consists in accepting the affirmations of the soul; unbelief, in denying them. ic. Emerson—Montaigne.
The practical effect of a belief is the real test of its soundness. a. Fboude—Short Studies on Great
When in God thou belie vest, near God thou wilt certainly be! 6. Leland— The Return of the Gods.
O thon, whose days are yet all spring,
Faith, blighted once, is past retrieving;
Experience is a dumb, dead thing;
The victory's in believing.
c. Lowell—To .
They believed—faith, I'm puzzled—I think I
Their belief a believing in nothing at all,
Or something of that sort; I know they all
For a general union of total dissent. d. Lowell—A Fable for Critics. L. 851.
A man may be a heretic in the truth; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy.
Nothing is so firmly believed as what we least know. /. Montaigne—Essays. Of IHvlne
Ordinances. Bk. I. Ch. XXXI.
And when religious sects ran mad,
He held, in spite of all his learning,
That if a man's belief is bad,
It will not be improved by burning.
g. Prabd—Poems of Life and Manners.
Pt. II. The Vicar. St. 9.
Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em,
And oft repeating, they believe 'em.
A. Prior—Alma. Canto III. L. 13.
Do not believe what I tell you here any more than if it were some tale of a tub. i. Rabelais— Works. Bk. IV.
Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce yon to believe. /. Cymbeline. Act II. 8c. 4. L. 62.
Stands not within the prospect of bplief. *. Macbeth. Act. I. Sc. 3. L. 74.
And to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing
I. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 67.
When my love swears that she is made of
I do believe her, though I know she lies.
m. Sonnet. CXXXVIII.
There littleness was not; the least of things
Seemed infinite; and there his spirit shaped
Her prospects, nor did he believe,—he saw.
n. Wordsworth—The Excursion. Bk. I.
What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
0. Yocno—Night Thoughts. Night VII.
Pt. II. L. 1311.
How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! p. Rev. Wh. Lisle Bowles—Fourteen
Sonnets. Ostend. On Hearing the
Bells at Sea.
That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul—the dinner bell.
4. Byron—Don Juan. Canto V. St. 49.
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet; now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on I
With easy force it opens all the cells
Where Memory slept.
r. Cowpeh— Task. Bk. VI. L. 6.
The church-going bell.
1. Cowpeb— Verses supposed to be written
by Alexander Selkirk.
Your voices break and falter in the darkness,—
Break, falter, and are still.
t. Bret Harte—The Angelas.
While the steeples are loud in their joy,
To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding,
Let us chime in a peal, one and all,
For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.
u. Hood—Song for the Million.
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower,
The ringers ran by two, by three;
" Pull, if ye never pulled before;
Good ringers, pull your best," quoth he.
" Play uppe, play uppe, 0 Boston bells!
Ply all your changes, all your swells,
Play uppe The Brides of Enderby."
f. Jean Ingelow—High Tide on the
Coast of Lincolnshire. 40
I call the Living—I mourn the Dead— 1 break the Lightning.
a. Inscribed on the Great Bell of the Minster
of Schaffhawien—also on that of the
Church of Art, near Lucerne.
The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the
Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims
Tidings of good to Zion.
6. Charles Lamb— The Sabbath Bells.
Bell, thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party
To the church doth hie!
Bell, thou soundest solemnly,
When, on Sabbath morning,
Fields deserted lie 1
c. Longfellow (quoted)—Hyperion.
Bk. III. Ch. 3.
For bells are the voice of the church ;
They have tones that touch and search
The hearts of young and old.
d. Longfellow—The Bells of San Bias.
He heard the convent bell.
Suddenly in the silence ringing
For the service of noonday.
c. Longfellow—C'hristut. The Golden
Legend. 1't. II.
It cometh into court and pleads the cause
Of creatures dumb and unknown to the laws;
And this shall make, in every Christian clime,
The bell of Atri famous for all time.
/. Longfellow—Tain of a Wayside Inn.
The Sicilian's Tale. The Bell of Atri.
Seize the loud, vociferous bells, and
Clashing, clanging to the pavement
Hurl them from their windy tower!
g. Longfellow—Christus. The Golden
The bells themselves are the best of preachers,
Their brazen lips are learned teachers,
From their pulpits of stone, in the upper air,
Sounding aloft, without crack or flaw,
Shriller than trumpets under the Law,
Now a sermon and now a prayer.
h. Longfellow— Christua. T/ic Golden
Legend. Pt. III.
These bells have been anointed,
And baptized with holy water!
i. Longfellow—Chrittia. The Golden
Those evening bells! those evening bells !
How many a tale their music tells !
j. Moohe—Those Evening Bells.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells! What a world of happiness their lumnony
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten golden notes,
And all in tune
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats
On the moon!
k. Poe— The Bells. St. 2.
With deep affection
I often think of
Those Shandon bells,
Whose sounds so wild would,
In the days of childhood,
Fling round my cradle
Their magic spells.
/. Father Pkout (Francis Mahony).
The Bells of Shandon.
And the Sabbath bell,
That over wood and wild and mountain dell
Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy
With sounds most musical, most melancholy.
in. Samuel Rogers—Human Life. L. 517.
And this be the vocation fit,
For which the founder fashioned it:
High, high above earth's life, earth's labor
E'en to the heaven's blue vault to soar.
To hover as the thunder's neighbor,
The very firmament explore.
To be a voice as from above
Like yonder stars so bright and clear,
That praise their Maker as they move,
And usher in the circling year.
Tun'd be its metal mouth alone
To things eternal and sublime.
And as the swift winp'd hours speed on
May it record the flight of time!
ii. Schiller—4.0113 of the Bell.
E. A. Bowring's trans.
Companions all, take your ground,
And name the bell with joy profound !
Concordia is the word we've found
Most meet to express the harmonious sound.
That calls to those in friendship bound,
o. Scin Ller—Song of the Bell.
Through the bride's fair locks so dear
Twines the virgin chaplet bright,
When the church bells ringing clear
To the joyous feast invite.
p. Schiller—Song nf the Bell.
E. A. Bowring's Trans.
Like sweet bells jangled, outof tuneand harsh. g. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 166.