7. If to her share some female errors fall, Look to her face, and you'll forget them all. 8. Belinda smiled, and all the world was gay. 9. I long not for the cherries on the tree, 10. Grace was in her steps, heaven in her eyes, In every gesture dignity and love. РОРЕ. POPE. RANDOLPH. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 11. Her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, her shape, her features, Seem to be drawn by Love's own hand. 12. "Tis not a set of features or complexion, DRYDEN. ADDISON'S Cato. ADDISON. 13. And those who paint them truest, praise them most. 14. All that painting can express, Rowe's Fair Penitent. 15. What's female beauty but an air divine, 16. Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit ; That steals so gently o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before! YOUNG. BLAIR'S Grave. That e'er caprice invented, custom wore, SHENSTONE. : 18. To make the cunning artless, tame the rude, Subdue the haughty, shake the undaunted soul :These are the triumphs of all-powerful beauty. 19. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, 20. There was a soft and pensive grace, JOANNA BAILLIE. ROGERS' Italy. SCOTT'S Rokeby. 21. For faultless was her form as beauty's queen, And every winning grace that love demands, With mild attemper'd dignity was seen Play o'er each lovely limb, and deck her angel mien. 22. She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight; 23. So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, MRS. TIGH'S Psyche. BYRON'S Giaour. That parts not quite with parting breath- BYRON'S Giaour. 24. Fair as the first that fell of womankind. 25. So bright the tear in beauty's eye, BYRON'S Giaour. BYRON'S Bride of Abydos. 26. Who hath not prov'd how feebly words essay 27. His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess BYRON'S Bride of Abydos. Such around her shone The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone: BYRON'S Bride of Abydos. 28. Heart on her lip, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies. 29. Who can curiously behold BYRON'S Beppo. The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek, BYRON'S Childe Harold. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 30. And form'd for all the witching arts of love. 31. Whose large blue eyes, fair locks, and snowy hands, Would shake the saintship of an anchorite. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 32. The bee from that lip more nectar could sip Than from all the sweet buds in the bower. 33. Oh, fresh is the rose in the gay dewy morning, And sweet is the lily at evening close: But in the fair presence of lovely young Jessie, Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose. 34. Without the smile, from partial beauty won, Oh, what were man ?-a world without a sun! BURNS. CAMPBELL. 35. Who hath not paus'd while beauty's pensive eye CAMPBELL. 36. 'T were easier far to paint the hues of heaven, DAWE'S Geraldine. 37. For every block of marble holds a Venus, 38. Thou art beautiful, young lady; But I need not tell you this, DAWE'S Geraldine. For few have borne, unconsciously, J. G. WHITTIER. 39. Thou art not beautiful-yet thy young face MRS. A. B. WELBY. 84 BEGGAR. 40. I've gazed on many a brighter face, But ne'er on one, for years, Where beauty left so soft a trace As it had left on hers. MRS. A. B. WELBY. 41. With eyes whose beams might shame a night MRS. ESLING's Broken Bracelet. 42. Beauty in woman weaves a spell Around poor man's devoted heart, Her magic power who can resist? J. T. WATSON. 43. That beauteous dame, whose heavenly charms Kept Troy and Greece ten years in arms. 45. Plato himself had not survey'd, Unmov'd, such charms as she display'd. J. T. WATSON. J. T. WATSON. J. T. WATSON. BEGGAR. 1. He makes a beggar first, that first relieves him ; Not usurers make more beggars where they live, Than charitable men, that use to give. HEYWOOD. |