When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war; 297 Nathaniel Lee: Alex. the Great. Act iv. Sc. 2 Behold in awful march and dread array The long-expected squadrons shape their way! Addison Campaign. Line 259 Addison Campaign. Line 304 A thousand glorious actions, that might claim 301 But when all is past, it is humbling to tread 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, 303 Hand to hand, and foot to foot: Mingle there with the volleying thunder. Byron: Siege of Cor. St. 24 No dread of death - if with us die our foes - 305 by disease or strife. Byron: Corsair. Canto i. St. 1 Then more fierce The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell 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 A sudden view it would beguile; 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, 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. Hang on her temples like a golden fleece. 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, If you will lead these graces to the grave, 315 Shaks.: Tw. Night. Act i. Sc. 5. She looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. 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! Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act i. Sc. 5. The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars 319 This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever 320 Shaks.: Win. Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3 Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry, 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; 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 Shaks.: Pericles. Act ii. Sc. 2. As flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground; Shaks.: Pass. Pilgrim. St. 13. Give me a look, give me a face, That strike mine eyes, but not my heart. Ben Jonson: Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1 Eyes that could see her on this summer-day 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, They had their name thence; coarse complexions, Milton: Comus. Line 745. Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, If you let slip time, like a neglected rose, Milton: Comus. Line 739 Beauty, like the fair Hesperian tree Laden with blooming gold had need the guard To save her blossoms and defend her fruit. Milton: Comus. Line 393 Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive; cease to admire, and all her plumes 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 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, 339 Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. ii. Line 43 Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, 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; Bailey: Festus. Sc. Wood and Water |