36 ་ BANISHMENT-BATTLE. BANISHMENT-continued. Dreams of the land where all my wishes centre, And turn each pleasure past to present woe. Mat. G. Lewis. In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. BARGAIN-see Commerce. Trade. I'll give thrice so much land Το any well-deserving friend; But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, Cowper. I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. Sh. H. ¡v. pt. 1, 11. 1. Lord Stafford mines for coal and salt, The Duke of Norfolk deals in malt, The Douglas in red herrings; Halleck, Alnwick Castle. Unto the ground she cast her modest eye, The bashful blush her snowy cheeks did dye. To get thine ends, lay bashfulness aside; Spenser. Who fears to ask, doth teach to be deny'd. Herrick, Aph. 291. I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain, And bear the marks upon a blushing face, Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace. Cowper, Conv. So bright the tear in beauty's eye, BAT. [347. Byron, Bride of A. Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat, With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing. Collins. BATTLE-see War. This day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother, Many a widow's husband grovelling lies, Sh. K. John, II. 2. BATTLE. 37 BATTLE-continued. The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; If we are mark'd to die, we are enough To do our country loss; and if to live, Sh. K. J. 11. 1. The fewer men the greater share of honour. Sh. H. v. IV. 3. Each at the head Levell'd his deadly aim; their fatal hands No second stroke intended. Those that fly may fight again, Milton, P. L. II. 712. Which he can never do that's slain.* Butler Hud. III. 3, 213. When Greeks join'd Greeks, then was the tug of war; The laboured battle sweat, and conquest bled. Lee, Alex. iv. 2. Behold in awful march and dread array Addison, Camp. The long-extended squadrons shape their way! Addison, Camp. Impervious to the view, the battle long And clatt'ring armour; till at length the noise For men, it is reported, dash and vapour Smollett. More carnage leads the newspaper than plain. Peter Pindar. 'Twas blow for blow, disputing inch by inch, For one would not retreat, nor t' other flinch.Byron, D.J. VIII. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, (77. * See Notes tracing the pedigree of this distich and its parallels, in Hudi. bras, Ed. Bohn, pp. 106 and 403. But when all is past, it is humbling to tread Hark to the trump, and the drum, Byron, Corinth. 17. And the mournful sound of the barbarous horn, And the flap of the banners, that flit as they're borne, And the clash, and the shout "they come, they come !" Ib. 22. Hand to hand, and foot to foot: Nothing there, save death, was mute; Mingle there with the volleying thunder. Byron, Corinth. No dread of death-if with us die our foes- When lost-what recks it-by disease or strife. Byron, Cors. To see th' embattled pomp, as with the step Then more fierce The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell BATTLE-FIELD. Southey. Southey, Madoc. Then, after length of time, the labouring swains, BEARD. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. Marry a little wool, as much as an unripe Dryden. Sh. Troil. 1. 2. Just enough to speak him drawing towards a man. Suckling, Goblins. BEARD-continued. BEARD-BEAUTY, His tawny beard was th' equal grace A sudden view it would beguile; The upper part thereof was whey; 33 The nether, orange mix'd with grey. Butler, Hud. 1. 1, 241. BEAUTY-see Loveliness, Merit, Ornament. And that same glorious beauty's idle boast, Her looks were like beams of the morning sun, Oh, how much doth beauty beauteous seem, My beauty, though but mean, Spenser. Spenser. Sh. Sonnet 24. Sh. Love's L.L. 11. 1. For where is any author in the world Her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece. Sh. Mer. Ven. 1. 1. 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. Sh. Temp. 1. 2. And as the bright sun glorifies the sky, Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white If you will lead these graces to the grave, She looks as clear Sh. Poems. Sh. Tw. Ni. 1. 5. As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Sh. Tam. S. 11. 1. She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed : She is a woman; and therefore to be won. Sh. H. VI. I. v. 3. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Sh. Rom. Jul. 1. 5. The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. Ibid 11. 2. 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. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Sh. Win. T. IV. 3. The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry, Sk. Ant. Cleop. a. 11. 352. Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A shining gloss that fadeth 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, faded, broken, dead within an hour. Sh Pass. Pilgr. 10. Beauty itself doth of itself persuade The eyes of men without an orator. Sh. Rape of Lu. v. She sits, like Beauty's child, whom nature gat As flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground; Sh. Peric. II, 2. In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost. Sh. Pass. Pilgr.x. 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. B. Jonson, Sil. Wo. 1. 1. Beauty's our grief, but in the ore We mint, we stamp, and then adore; Like heathens we the image crown, W. Cartwright. |