Beauteous Bearing of. Her grace of motion and of look, the smooth The symmetry of form and feature, set Milman. Budding into Beauty. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Her Budding Beauty. Shakespeare. Thy unripe youth seem'd like the purple rose Nor can young beauty, deck'd with art's display, Thus lovelier is the flower whose full-blown leaves Perfume the air, and more than orient ray The sun's meridian glories blaze and warm. Wiffen. Her Beauty a World of Charms. View well her face, and in that little round observe a world's variety : You may For colour, lips; for sweet perfumes, her breath; Her Contemplative Beauty. John Ford. Thine eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair, Her Beauty in Death. She died in beauty!-like a rose She died in beauty!-like the song She died in beauty!-like the snow She died in beauty !—like a star She lives in glory!-like Night's gems Set round the silver moon; She lives in glory!-like the sun Amid the blue of June! Sillery. Her Dream-like Beauty. The cast of her beauty was so dream-like, and yet so varying; her temper was so little mingled with the common characteristics of woman; it had so little of caprice, so little of vanity, so utter an absence of all jealous, and all angry feeling; it was so made up of tenderness and devotion, and yet so imaginative and fairy-like in its fondness, that it was difficult to bear only the sentiments of earth for one who had so little of earth's clay. When I am alone with nature, methinks a sweet sound, or a new-born flower, has something of familiar power over those stored and deep impressions which do make her image, and brings her more vividly before my eyes, than any shape or face of her own sex, however beautiful it may be. Bulwer. Her Beauty beyond Description. A brow so arch'd and clear, Not Raphael's self had limn'd it; A lip whose bloom would scarce appear, An eye, as if an angel's tear Had gently dew'd, not dimm'd it. W. Grant. Ethereal Beauty and Grace of. He gazed-he saw- Of beauty and the form of grace. The rose was yet upon her cheek, But mellow'd with a tenderer streak: Floating darkly downward there, Her rounded arm show'd white and bare: And ere yet she made reply, Once she raised her hand on high; It was so wan, and transparent of hue, You might have seen the moon shine through. Byron. Her Exceeding Beauty. A bed of lilies flow'r upon her cheek, And in the midst was set a circling rose; Whose sweet aspéct would force Narcissus seek To deck his beauteous head in snowy 'tire; A troop of pearls, which march in goodly row; Yet all these stars which deck this beauteous sky By force of th' inward sun both shine and move; Throned in her heart sits love's high majesty,In highest majesty the highest love. As when a taper shines in glassy frame, The sparkling crystal burns in glittering flame, Giles Fletcher. Bright as the star of evening she appear'd O'er all her form its glowing honours breathed; |