19 But gaze upon her face. With easy smiles dispelled the silent fear Coleridge. That durst not tell me what I died to hear. . . . Prior. Mind, mind, alone (bear witness, earth and heaven!) The living fountains in itself contains Of beauteous and sublime: here hand in hand, Sit paramount the graces: here enthroned, Celestial Venus, with divinest airs, There was that in her dark, bright, joyous eyes, .... Such charms would fix Id. S. P. Chase. Inconstancy itself: her unmixed virtues, |