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.

If eyes were made for seeing,
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.
161
EMERSON:  The Rhodora.

Fair tresses man’s imperial race insnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
162
POPE:  R. of the Lock, Canto ii., Line 27.