When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war;
The labored battle sweat, and conquest bled.

297

Nathaniel Lee: Alex. the Great. Act iv. Sc. 2

Behold in awful march and dread array

The long-expected squadrons shape their way!
Death, in approaching, terrible, imparts
An anxious horror to the bravest hearts;
Yet do their beating breasts demand the strife,
And thirst of glory quells the love of life.
298

Addison Campaign. Line 259

Addison Campaign. Line 304

A thousand glorious actions, that might claim
Triumphant laurels, and immortal fame,
Confus'd in crowds of glorious actions lie,
And troops of heroes undistinguish'd die.
299
'Twas blow for blow, disputing inch by inch,
For one would not retreat, nor t' other flinch.
300
Byron: Don Juan. Canto viii. St. 77.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host, with their banners, at sunset were seen;
Like the leaves of the forest, when Autumn hath blown,
That host, on the morrow, lay wither'd and strown!
Byron: Destruction of Sennacherib.

301

But when all is past, it is humbling to tread
O'er the weltering field of the tombless dead,
And see worms of the earth and fowls of the air,
And beasts of the forest, all gathering there;
All regarding man as their prey,

All rejoicing in his decay.

302

Byron: Siege of Cor. St. 17

Hark to the trump, and the drum,

And the mournful sound of the barbarous horn,
And the flap of the banners, that flit as they're borne,
And the neigh of the steed, and the multitude's hum,
And the clash, and the shout they come, they come!"
Byron: Siege of Cor. St. 22

303

Hand to hand, and foot to foot:
Nothing there, save death, was mute;
Stroke, and thrust, and flash, and cry
For quarter, or for victory

Mingle there with the volleying thunder.
304

Byron: Siege of Cor. St. 24

No dread of death - if with us die our foes -
Save that it seems even duller than repose:
Come when it will we snatch the life of life-
When lost what recks it

305

by disease or strife. Byron: Corsair. Canto i. St. 1

Then more fierce

The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell
Of savage rage, the shriek of agony,
The groan of death, commingled in one sound
Of undistinguish'd horrors.

306

BEARD

see Hair.

Southey: Madoc. Pt. ii. The Battle

Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. 307

Shaks.: Troilus and Cress. Act i. Sc. 2.

His tawny beard was th' equal grace
Both of his wisdom and his face;
In cut and die so like a tile,

A sudden view it would beguile;
The upper part thereof was whey;
The nether, orange mix'd with grey.
308
BEAUTY

Butler: Hudibras. Pt. i. Canto i. Line 241.

- see Loveliness, Merit, Ornament. Oh, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem, For that sweet odor which doth in it live. 309

Shaks.: Sonnet liv.

My beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.

310

Shaks.: Love's L. Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? 311

Shaks.: Love's L. Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Her sunny locks

Hang on her temples like a golden fleece.
312
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 it.
313

Shaks.: M. of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.

Shaks.: Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.

Shaks.: Venus and A. 485

And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
So is her face illumin'd with her eye.
314
'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on :
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive,

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

315

Shaks.: Tw. Night. Act i. Sc. 5.

She looks as clear

As morning roses newly wash'd with dew.
316
She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed :
She is a woman; therefore to be won.

Shaks.: Tam. of the S. Act ii. Se. 1

317

Shaks.: 1 Henry VI. Act v. Sc. 3

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear:

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
318

Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act i. Sc. 5.

The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven,
Would through the airy region stream so bright,
That birds would sing, and think it were not night.
Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act ii. Sc. 2.

319

This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever
Ran on the green sward; nothing she does, or seems,
But smacks of something greater than herself;
Too noble for this place.

320

Shaks.: Win. Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy

The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry,
Where most she satisfies.

321

Shaks. Ant. and Cleo. Act ii. Sc. 2.

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.
322

Shaks.: Pass. Pilgrim. St. 13.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade The eyes of men without an orator. 323

Shaks.: R. of Lucrece. St. 5.

Sits here like Beauty's child, whom nature gat
For men to see, and seeing wonder at.
324

Shaks.: Pericles. Act ii. Sc. 2.

As flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground;
As broken glass no cement can redress;
So beauty, blemish'd once, 's forever lost,
In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.

Shaks.: Pass. Pilgrim. St. 13.

Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free!
Such sweet neglect more taketh me
Than all the adulteries of art,

That strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
326

Ben Jonson: Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1

Eyes that could see her on this summer-day
Might find it hard to turn another way.
She had a pensive beauty; yet not sad;
Rather, like minor cadences that glad
The hearts of little birds amid spring boughs.
327

George Eliot: How Lisa Loved the King

A thing of beauty is a joy forever:

Its loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. 328 Keats: Endymion. Bk. i. Line 1.

Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown

In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities,
Where most may wonder at the workmanship.
It is for homely features to keep home;

They had their name thence; coarse complexions,
And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply
The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool.
What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that,
Love-darting eyes, and tresses like the morn?-
There was another meaning in those gifts.
329

Milton: Comus. Line 745.

Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded,
But must be current, and the good thereof
Consists in mutual and partaken bliss,
Unsavory in th' enjoyment of itself:

If you let slip time, like a neglected rose,
It withers on the stock with languish'd head.
330

Milton: Comus. Line 739

Beauty, like the fair Hesperian tree

Laden with blooming gold had need the guard
Of dragon-watch with unenchanted eye,

To save her blossoms and defend her fruit.
331

Milton: Comus. Line 393

Beauty stands

In the admiration only of weak minds

Led captive; cease to admire, and all her plumes
Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy,

At every sudden slighting quite abash'd.

332

Milton: Par. Regained. Bk. ii. Line 220

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: Scène 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
Who hold the fee; but unto him no less
Who can enjoy, than unto them who own,
Are sweetest uses given to possess.
For Heaven is bountiful; and suffers none
To make monopoly of aught that's fair.
336

J. G. Saxe: The Beautiful

Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love? 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,
Is not th' exactness of peculiar parts;
'Tis not a lip or eye we beauty call,
But the joint force, and full result of all.

339

Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. ii. Line 43

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
340
Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride,
Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide :
If to her share some female errors fall,

Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. ii. Line 53

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

God or man.

The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them-
If man abandons, God himself takes them.
343

Bailey: Festus. Sc. Wood and Water