With earthly things, but o'er their form and hue
Shedding too clear a light, too sorrowfully true.
HEMANS-Forest Sanctuary.

9. She's girnin' at e'enin'-she's girnin' at morn-
A' hours of the day in your flesh she's a thorn;
At ye baith a' the neighbor-folk canna but grin,
There's never an end o' her flyten' an' din.

10. Although she has no beauty to compare With the best faces, she has a heart above All competition.

NICOLL.

13. Her sweet affections, free as wind,

Nor fear nor craving feel;

No secret hollow has her mind

For passion to reveal.

HARTLEY COLERIDGE.

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14.

She is a child in years,

And though in wit a woman, yet her heart,
Untempered by the discipline of pain,

Is fancy-led.

TAYLOR-Edwin the Fair.

15. In truth, Sir, she is pretty, honest, and gentle, and one that is your friend-I can tell you that by the

way.

Merry Wives of Windsor.

16. Nor proud, nor coy, the maiden yet is choice, And seeks a kindred spirit for her own

17.

18.

When she shall give her heart.

A good woman,

W. G. SIMMS.

But when she is impertinent grows earnest,
A little troublesome, and out of reason;

Her love and zeal transport her.

She with quiet air

BEN JONSON.

Of mild indifference, and with truthful words,
Kind, yet determined, still withdraws herself
To chosen solitude, intent to keep

A maiden's freedom.

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

19. She is all mildness, and the melting tone

Of her sweet voice thrills us, and seems to flow
Into our souls, a stream of melody,

20.

Delicious in its mellowness; it speaks

A heart at ease.

She will sing

J. G. PERCIVAL.

As if song were an element, and she

The gay glad bird just fitted to extend

Her bright wings o'er its bosom, and go forth
Bringing rich notes to earth from the high heaven.

W. G. SIMMS.

21. True she is fair, oh how divinely fair!

But still the lovely maid improves her charms
With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom,

And sanctity of manners.

22. Good she is and fair in youth,

And her mind is seen to soar,
And her heart is wed to truth.

ADDISON-Cato.

BARRY CORNWALL.

23. The gaudy gossip when she's set agog,
In jewels drest, and at each ear a bob,
Goes flaunting out, and in her trim of pride
Thinks all she does or says is justified.

24.

She is a flower

DRYDEN.

New opened in a valley, where no frost

Hath trodden, and no living thing hath left
Print of the world's pollution.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

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25. 'Tis not the beam of her bright clear eye,
Nor the smile of her lips of rosy dye,

Nor the dark brown wreaths of her glossy hair,
Nor her changing cheek so rich and rare;
'Tis a dearer spell that bids thee kneel,
'Tis the heart to love, and the soul to feel,
"Tis the mind of light, and the spirit free,
And the bosom that heaves alone for thee.

26. Though time her bloom is stealing, There's still beyond his art― The wild flower wreath of feeling,

The sunbeam of the heart.

DRAKE.

HALLECK.

27. The languid lady she appears in state,
Who was not born to carry her own weight;
She lolls, reels, staggers, till some foreign aid
To her own stature lifts the feeble maid,
And knowing her own weakness she despairs
To scale the Alps—that is, ascend the stairs.
YOUNG-Love of Fame.

28.

Patience and sorrow strive

Which shall express her goodliest.

29. Full-blown and rich in her maturity;

The dwelling of a spirit not of earth,

King Lear.

But ever mingling with the pure and high

Conceptions of a soul, that spreads its wings

To fly where mind when boldest dares to soar.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

30. Come, talk not of her; you shall find her the infernal Até in good apparel. I would some scholar

would conjure her.

Much Ado about Nothing.

31. It is not mirth, for mirth she is too still;
It is not wit, which leaves the heart more chill,
But that continuous sweetness, which with ease
Pleases all round it, from the wish to please.
This is the charm that her clear smiles bestow;
The wave's fresh ripple from clear fountain's flow.

The New Timon.

32. A modest maid decked with the blush of honor,

Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love, The wonder of all eyes that look upon her,

Sacred on earth, designed a saint above.

34.

DANIEL.

Is always pure, e'en while it errs,

As sunshine broken in the rill

Though turned astray is sunshine still.