When I forget that the stars shine in air, Shall I forget thy beauty. Bailey. Some souls lose all things but the love of beauty; And by that love they are redeemable. For in love and beauty they acknowledge good, And good is God. * * The beautiful are never desolate, But some one always loves them. * * Bailey. What right have you, madam, gazing in your shining mirror daily, Getting so by heart your beauty, which all others must adore; While you draw the golden ringlets down your fingers, to vow gaily, You will wed no man that's only good to God-and nothing more. Miss Barrett. When through a chink a darkened room Admits the solar beam, Down the long light that breaks the gloom, Millions of atoms stream. In sparkling agitations bright, To human search or skill; And when she deigns to shew us more, She shews us Beauty still. Let us not like fools despise Earth, which is a seat of beauty, But the love light of our eyes, When it guides us to death's portal, For its presence is a vision Bishop. Е. Н. В. Men say gold Does all, engages all, works through all dangers; (As they do to the north) still point at beauty. Beaumont and Fletcher. There's beauty all around our paths, Mrs. Hemans. Beautiful, yes! but the blush will fade, Mrs. Osgood. Thy glorious beauty was the gift of heaven Mrs. Osgood. The spirit of beauty unfurls her light, She mellows the landscape, and crowds the stream, With shadows that flit like a fairy dream; Still wheeling her flight through the gladsome air, The spirit of beauty is everywhere. Rufus Dawes. Though loveliness will pass away From individual beings, and is oft Only the beautiful is real: All things whereof our life is full, All mysteries that life enwreathe, Dilnot Sladden. All that we dread or darkly feel,- Alone is real. Love, truth, and beauty-all are one: If life may expiate The wilderings of its dimness, death be known But as the mighty ever-living gate Into the beautiful: All things flow on Into one heart, into one melody, Eternally. W. J. Linton. Is beauty vain because it will fade? For this shall be lost in evening's shade, John Pierpont. Beauty was lent to nature as the type Mrs. Hale. 102 BED. BEGGAR. BED. OH! thou gentle scene Of sweet repose, where by th' oblivious draught In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, The near approach a bed may show Thomson. Of human bliss and human woe. --Dr. Johnson. Night is the time for rest; How sweet when labours close, Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head Down on our own delightful bed. J. Montgomery. Oh, bed! Oh, bed! delicious bed! To the head with a wakeful trouble: 'Tis held by such a different lease, BEGGAR. Thos. Hood. WHILE 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. Shakspere. The country gives me proof and precedent BEGGAR. Art thou a man? And sham'st not thou to beg? To practise such a servile kind of life? Why, were thy education ne'er so mean, thousand fairer courses a When beggars grow thus bold, 103 Ben Jonson. No marvel then though charity grow cold.-Drayton. Base worldlings, that despise all such as need; Not knowing unto what themselves may come. Heywood. He makes a beggar first that first relieves him; Heywood. Beggars! the only free men of our commonwealth; But what they draw from their own ancient custom, What subjects will precarious kings regard? Browne. Dryden. His house was known to all the vagrant train; Goldsmith. The beggar, as he stretched his shrivelled hand, Raised not his eyes, and those who dropped the mite Passed on unnoticed. A beggar through the world am I, Bailey. J. R. Lowell. |