Part 17

35. The fashion of her gracefulness is not a follow'd rule, And her effervescent sprightliness was never taught at school; Her words are all peculiar, like the fairy's that spoke pearls, And her tone is ever sweetest 'mid the cadences of girls.

WILLIS.

36. There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip; Nay, her foot speaks.

Troilus and Cressida.

37. She has that changing color on the cheek, Which speaks the heart so well; those deep blue eyes, Like summer's darkest sky, yet not so glad; They are too passionate for happiness.

MISS LANDON.

38. There is a light around her brow, A holiness in those dark eyes, Which show, though wandering earthward now, Her spirit's home is in the skies.

MOORE.

39. A still, sweet, placid, moonlight face, And slightly nonchalant, Which seems to hold a middle place Between one's love and aunt. Where childhood's star has left a ray In woman's summer sky, As morning's dew and blushing day On fruit and blossom lie.

O. W. HOLMES.

40. A bright, frank brow, that has not learn'd to blush at gaze of man.

MACAULAY--Lays of Ancient Rome.

41. If to her share some female errors fall, Look in her face, and you'll forget them all.

HAYLEY--Triumphs of Temper.

42. Quips, and cranks, and playful wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek.

MILTON--Comus.

43. Excellently done, if God did all.

Twelfth Night.

44. A ruby lip First dawns; then glows the young cheek's deeper hue, Yet delicate as roses when they dip Their odorous blossoms in the morning dew. Then beam the eyes, twin stars of living blue, Half shaded by the curls of glossy hair, That turn to gold in the West's golden glare.

CROLY--Angel of the World.

45. Love glower'd when he saw her bonnie dark e'e, 'An swore by heaven's grace, He ne'er had seen, nor thought to see, Since e'er he left the Paphian lea, Mair lovely a dwallin' place.

WILLIAM THOM.

Stared with surprise.

46. An angel-face! its sunny "wealth of hair," In radiant ripples, bathes the graceful throat, And dimpled shoulders; round the rosy curve Of the sweet mouth, a smile seems wandering ever, While in the depths of azure fire that gleams Beneath the drooping lashes, sleeps a world Of eloquent meaning--passionate, but pure; Dreamy, subdued, but O, how beautiful!

MRS. OSGOOD.

47. Do but look in her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth: Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth! Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that sooth her, And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life, All the gain, all the good, of the elements at strife.

BEN JONSON.

48. When first you look upon her face, You little note, beside The timidness, that still betrays The beauties it would hide; But, one by one, they look out from Her blushes and her eyes, And still the last the loveliest, Like stars from twilight skies.