38. Scratching could not make it worse, an it were such a face as yours is. Much Ado About Nothing. 39. The light of love, the purity of grace, With mind and music breathing from her face. 40. She has a cool collected look 41. As if her pulses beat by book, A calm, possessed, authentic air That leaves a doubt of softness there. BYRON. WILLIS. A face Would put down Vesta; in her looks doth swim BEN JONSON. 42. A sweet wild girl, with eye of earnest ray And olive cheek, at each emotion glowing. MRS. SIGOURNEY. 43. "Tis not the white or red Inhabits in her cheek, that thus can wed Though it be full and fair; her forehead high The easy soul; her hands and fingers long, The wandering soul; nor the true perfect mould 44. Sweet blushes stain her red-red cheek, Her eyen are blacke as sloe; The ripening cherry swelles her lippe, And all her neck is snow. PERCY'S RELIQUES-Marriage of Sir Gawine. 45. A perfect purity of blood enamels 46. The beauty of her white. JOHN FORD-The Broken Heart. The flowers which scent her feet Her hair down-gushing in an armful flows, And floods her ivory neck, and glitters as she goes. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 47. Had limner's hand Traced such a brow, and such a lip, I would have sworn the knave had dreamed 48. Matchless in person and in mind, A saint in beauty's temple shrined. FANNY KEMBLE. 49. Why a stranger-when he sees her In the street even-smileth stilly, Just as you would at a lily. SOTHEBY. MISS BARRETT. 50. A staidness sobers o'er her pretty face, Which something but ill hidden in her eyes And a quaint look about her lip, denies. 51. She is active, stirring, all fire, Cannot rest, cannot tire, To a stone she had given life. LOWELL. BROWNING-Flight of the Duchess. 52. In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth, Whiles her face she rears up to the sky, And to the ground her eye-lids low embaseth, Most goodly temperature ye may descry; SPENSER. 53. Hers is a beauty that makes sad the eye, Bright, but fast fading like a twilight sky; Her shape so finely, delicately frail, As formed for climes unruffled by a gale; The lustrous eye, through which looks forth the soul, Where life the quick lamp shines, in flickering The waning beauty, the funereal charms, With which Death steals his bride into his arms. The New Timon. 54. A brow whose frowns are vastly grand, And an eye of sunlit brightness, And a swan-like neck, and an arm and hand Of most bewitching whiteness. PRAED-Haunted Tree. 55. Hers is a look, hers is a face That makes simplicity a grace; That strike the eye but not the heart. BEN JONSON. 56. 57. I saw her, And methought 'twas a curious piece of learning, BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER-The Elder Brother. Her hair In ringlets rather dark than fair, May say how red, how round, how sweet! 58. A beautiful and happy girl, With step as soft as summer air, And fresh young lip, and brow of pearl, Of unconfined, and flowing hair: Save thoughtful brow, and ripening charms, PRIOR. |