Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, SHAKESPEARE. BARD. (A Bard's Epitaph) Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, O, pass not by ! But, with a frater-feeling strong, Here, heave a sigh. Is there a man whose judgment clear, Wild as the wave; Here pause-and, through the starting tear, The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stained his name. Reader, attend-whether thy soul Know, prudent, cautious, self-control Is wisdom's root. BASHFULNESS. BURNS. I pity bashful men, who feel the pain The fear of being silent makes us mute. We sometimes think we could a speech produce Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. BEAUTY. (A satirical one) COWPER. Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, Misprising what they look on; and her wit Values itself so highly, that to her All matter else seems weak: she cannot love, I never yet saw man, How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featur'd. If speaking, why, a vane blown with all wind: SHAKESPEARE. BEAUTY. (Moral and natural compared) Look then abroad through nature, to the range Of planets, suns, and adamantine spheres Wheeling unshaken through the void immense; And speak, O man! does this capacious scene With half that kindling majesty dilate Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rose Refulgent from the stroke of Cæsar's fate, Amid the crowd of patriots; and his arm Aloft extending, like eternal Jove When guilt brings down the thunder, call'd aloud On Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel. AKENSIDE. BEING. (Pangs at our resigning) For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires : Ev'n from the tomb, the voice of nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. BELIAL. (His Character) GRAY. Belial, in act more graceful and humane; Maturest counsels; for his thoughts were low; BELINDA. (Character of) MILTON. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Quick as her eyes, and as unfixt as those : Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide their faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all. BEELZEBUB. (His Character) Than whom Satan except, none higher sat, with grave POPE. A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven, And princely counsel in his face yet shone The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look MILTON. BEPPO AND LAURA. (Humourous Rencontre between.) Now. Laura, much recover'd, or less loth "And are you really, truly, now a Turk? Pray, don't you think the weather here is colder? How do I look ?-You shan't stir from this spot In that queer dress, for fear that some beholder Should find you out and make the story knownHow short your hair is!-Lord! how gray it's grown! BYRON. |