O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, To mangle me with that word--banished?

139 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3

=Banner.=

Hang out our banners on the outward walls.

140 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

A banner with the strange device.

141 LONGFELLOW: _Excelsior._

Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.

142 CAMPBELL: _Hohenlinden._

=Bard.=

Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand, By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.

143 COLERIDGE: _Fancy in Nubibus._

=Bars.=

Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage.

144 LOVELACE: _To Althea from Prison,_ iv.

=Baseness.=

Since Cleopatra died, I have lived in such dishonor that the gods Detest my baseness.

145 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 14.

=Bashfulness.=

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.

146 COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 347.

=Battle.=

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.

147 SOUTHEY: _Madoc,_ Pt. ii., _The Battle._

For freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.

148 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 123.

When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.

149 CAMPBELL: _Ye Mariners of England._

=Beads.=

The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.

150 LONGFELLOW: _Midnight Mass._

=Beams.=

And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year.

151 TENNYSON: _The Golden Year._

=Beard.=

His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll.

152 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.

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.

153 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 241.

=Beast.=

A beast, that wants discourse of reason.

154 SHAKS.; _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Beauty.=

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.

155 SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

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.

156 SHAKS.: _Pass. Pilgrim,_ St. 11

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.

157 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 220.

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.

158 DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 1.

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.

159 KEATS: _Endymion,_ Bk. i., Line 1.

What is this thought or thing Which I call beauty? is it thought or thing?

Is it a thought accepted for a thing?

Or both? or neither--a pretext?--a word?

160 MRS. BROWNING: _Drama of Ex. Extrem. of Sword-Glare._