As nature wears the smile of Spring
When sinking into Summer's arms.

WHITTIER.

59. She is not beautiful, yet her young face
Makes up in sweetness what it lacks in grace;
She is not beautiful, yet her blue eyes

Steal o'er the heart like sunshine o'er the skies.
Poems by Amelia.

60. Locks like the raven's wing, dark languid eyes,
And young and beautiful, beyond compare,
An airy flitting bird, aye soft and meek,
Modest and gentle as the timid fawn

When first it ventures forth upon the lawn.
MRS. LEWIS-Records of the Heart.

61. Who hath eyes so soft and true,

Such translucent, shady blue!
Poets, men of all the earth

Truest judges of true worth,

Steal the life of their sweet books

From the heaven of such looks,

Though Love doom them every one

To punishment Promethean.

PATMORE-Geraldine.

62. O'er her fair face a rosy bloom is shed,
And stains her ivory skin with lovely red;
Soft breathing sweets her opening lips disclose,
The native odors of the budding rose.

TASSO-Jerusalem Delivered.

63. I know not whether in the state of girlhood
Or womanhood to call her. "Twixt the two
She stands, as that were loth to lose her, this
To win her most impatient. The young year
Trembling and blushing, twixt the striving kisses
Of parting Spring and meeting Summer
The only paralicl.

KNOWLES-Virginius.

64. My friends, I have seen a white crane bigger! She is the smallest thing alive,

Made in a piece of nature's madness;

Too small almost for the life and gladness
Which overflows her, as a hive

Out of the bear's reach in the high trees,
Is crowded with its safe and merry bees.

BROWNING-Flight of the Duchess.

65. She is fresh and she is fair,

Glossy is her golden hair;
Like a blue spot in the sky

Is her clear and loving eye.

TAYLOR-Edwin the Fair.

66. Her hands are marble, and her looks unchangeable As are the wintry stars, in their pure brightness. LANDOR-Ines de Castro.

67. He who beholds her hand forgets her face,

Yet in that face is all beside forgot;

And he, who as she steps beholds her pace,

And locks profuse, doth say, "Nay, turn thee not!"
MRS. BROOKS-Zophiël.

68. When pensive, it seems as if that very grace, That charm of all others, was born for her face; And when angry,—for e'en in the tranquillest climes Light breezes will ruffle the blossoms sometimes, The short passing anger but seems to awaken New beauty, like flowers that are sweetest when shaken.

69.

MOORE-Lalla Rookh.

Even step, and musing gait,
And looks communing with the skies,
Her wrapt soul sitting in her eyes.

MILTON-Penserose.

70. Her face is oval, and her eye

Looks like the heaven in Italy,
Serenely blue, and softly bright,
Made up of languish and of light.

And her neck, except where the locks of brown
Like a sweet summer mist fall droopingly down,
Is as pure and white as the snow, ere the earth
Has sullied the hue of its heavenly birth;
And through the blue veins you may see
The pure blood wander silently,

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Like noiseless eddies that far below

In the glistening depths of a calm lake flow.

PRAED-The Troubadour.

71. A pretty book of flesh and blood, and well Bound up in a fair letter too. You would

Take her with all the errata.

JAMES SHIRLEY-The Cardinal.

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PERSONAL APPEARANCE OF YOUR LOVER.

A deep discerner

From his make will read the man, and err

Not far in judgment.

TUPPER-Proverbial Philosophy.