Then are the charms unfolded to the sight, Crabbe. Oh! how refreshing seemed the breathing wind To her faint limbs! and while her snowy hands From her fair brow her golden hair unbind, And of her zone unloose the silken bands, More passing bright unveiled her beauty stands; For faultless was her form as beauty's queen, And every winning grace that love demands, With mild attempered dignity was seen Play o'er each lovely limb, and deck her angel mien. Mrs. Tighe. The blessings of the skies all went about her; Who can curiously behold Procter. The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek, Nor feel the heart can never all grow cold?-Byron. As rising on its purple wing The insect queen of eastern spring, And leads him on from flower to flower, Byron. So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, That parts not quite with parting breath- That hue, which haunts it to the tomb.-Byron. We gaze and turn away, and know not why, The beautiful is vanished, and returns not. Oh she has beauty might ensnare Byron. Coleridge. A conqueror's soul, and make him tear his crown At random, to be scuffled for by slaves. Otway. Without the smile, from partial beauty won, Beauty with a bloodless conquest finds Beauty, Campbell. Waller. That transitory flower: even while it lasts His love is treacherous only whose love dies Wordsworth. O fatal beauty! why art thou bestowed H Patterson. Beauty! my Lord,-'t is the worst part of woman! A superficies, which each breath of care To make the cunning artless, tame the rude, And lead him forth as a domestic cur; Know'st not Joanna Baillie. That beauty will take cold? will have the tooth-ache? As fickle merchandise, which rates to-day Of purchase measureless-obtained, worth nothing? Sheridan Knowles. A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Keats. When I forget that the stars shine in air, Bailey. Some souls lose all things but the love of beauty; For in love and beauty they acknowledge good, * ** The beautiful are never desolate, * ** 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, Alternate dies they bear; Too small for any sense but sight, Or any sight, but there. Nature reveals not all her store 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, Beauty here hath done its mission, For its presence is a vision Of a beauty all immortal. Bishop. E. H. B. 100 BEAUTY. Men say gold Does all, engages all, works through all dangers; But I say beauty can do more. The king's exchequer, Nor all his wealthy Indies, could not draw me Through half these miseries, this piece of pleasure Might make me leap into. We're all like sea-cards, All our endeavours and our motions, (As they do to the north,) still point at beauty. Beaumont and Fletcher. There's beauty all around our paths, If but our watchful eyes Can trace it 'midst familiar things, Beautiful, yes! but the blush will fade, Mrs. Hemans. The light grow dim which the blue eyes wear; Gather earth's glory and bloom within, That the soul may be bright when youth is past. Mrs. Osgood. Thy glorious beauty was the gift of heavenAs such thou should'st have priz'd it, and have died Ere thou did'st yield it up to mortal touch, Unless thy heart went with it, to make pure And sanctify the offering. 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. |