le
Gave signal sweet in that old hall,
Of hands across and down the middle.
137
PRAED: _Belle of the Ball-Room,_ St. 2.

=Banishment.=

Eating the bitter bread of banishment.
138
SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Banished?
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