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EYES-FEATURES- LIPS, &c.

16. Down her white neck, long, floating auburn curls, The least of which would set ten poets raving. BYRON'S Don Juan.

17. Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow

Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth;
Her eyebrows' shape was like the aerial bow;
Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth.
BYRON'S Don Juan.

18. An eye's an eye, and, whether black or blue,
Is no great matter, so 't is in request;
"Tis nonsense to dispute about a hue;
The kindest may be taken as the best.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

19. A pure, transparent, pale, and radiant face, Like to a lighted alabaster vase.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

20. Her eye's dark charm 't were vain to tell;
But gaze on that of the gazelle,
It will assist thy fancy well.

BYRON'S Giaour.

21. Soft eyes look'd love to eyes that spoke again. BYRON'S Childe Harold.

22. And the wild sparkle of her eye seem'd caught From high, and lighten'd with electric thought.

BYRON'S Lara.

DR. DWIGHT.

23. And eyes disclos'd what eyes alone can tell. 24. Eyes like the starlight of the soft midnight, So darkly beautiful, so deeply bright.

MRS. C. H. W. ESLING. 25. And hate's last lightning quivers from his eyes. CHARLES SPRAGUE.

26. There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes, Might furnish crowns for all the queens of earth.

BAILEY'S Festus.

27. With lightsome brow, and beaming eyes, and bright, Long, glorious locks, which drop upon thy cheek, Like gold-hued cloud-flakes on the rosy morn.

28.

Thy blue eyes

Steal o'er the heart like sunshine o'er the skies;
Theirs is the mild and intellectual ray
That to the inmost spirit wins its way;
Theirs are the beams that full upon you roll,
Surprising all the senses and the soul.

29. The bright black eye, the melting blue-
I cannot choose between the two;
But that is dearest all the while,

That wears for me the sweetest smile.

BAILEY'S Festus.

MRS. A. B. WELBY.

30. Sweet, pouting lips, whose colour mocks the rose,
Rich, ripe, and teeming with the dew of bliss,-
The flower of love's forbidden fruit, which grows
Insidiously, to tempt us with a kiss.

32. Let other men bow, and utter the vow Of devotion and love without end,

O. W. HOLMES.

31. Yet well that eye could flash resentment's rays,
Or, proudly scornful, check the boldest gaze:
Chill burning passion with a calm disdain,
And with one glance rekindle it again.

R. H. WILDE's Tasso's Sonnets.

As the sparkling black eye in triumph draws nigh,
Its glances upon them to bend.

C. F. HOFFMAN.

But give me the eye, thro' which I can spy
To the depths of a heart warm and true;
Whose colour may vie with the hue of the sky,—
The soft, the sweet, love-beaming blue!

J. T. WATSON.

2. I took it for a fairy vision

Of some gay creatures of the element,
That in the colours of the rainbow live,
And play i' th' plighted clouds.

3. And now they throng the moonlight glade, Above-below-on every side,

MILTON'S Comus.

Their little minim forms array'd

In all the tricksy pomp of fairy pride!

4.

The palace of the sylphid queen—
Its spiral columns, gleaming bright,
Were streamers of the northern light;
Its curtain's light and lovely flush
Was of the morning's rosy blush
And the ceiling fair, that rose aboon,
The white and feathery fleece of noon.

DRAKE'S Culprit Fay.

SHAKSPEARE.

DRAKE'S Culprit Fay.

5. Her mantle was the purple roll'd
At twilight in the west afar;
"T was tied with threads of dawning gold,
And button'd with a sparkling star.

DRAKE'S Culprit Fay.

6. Their harps are of the amber shade, That hides the blush of waking day, And every gleamy string is made

Of silvery moonshine's lengthen'd ray.

DRAKE'S Culprit Fay.

7. But she led him to the palace gate,

And call'd the sylphs who hover'd there,
And bade them fly and bring him straight
Of clouds condens'd a sable car.

8. As ever ye saw a bubble rise,

And shine with a thousand changing dyes,
Till, lessening far, through ether driven,
It mingles with the hues of heaven:
As, at the glimpse of morning pale,
The lance-fly spreads his silken sail,
And gleams with blendings soft and bright,
Till lost in the shade of fading night :-
So rose from the earth the lovely Fay,-
So vanish'd far in heaven away!

DRAKE'S Culprit Fay.

10. Swift he bestrode his fiery steed;

9. He put his acorn-helmet on;

It was plum'd of the silk of the thistle-down;
The corselet plate, that guarded his breast,
Was once the wild bees' golden vest;
His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes,
Was form'd of the wings of butterflies;
His shield was the shell of a lady-bug queen,
Studs of gold on a ground of green;
And the quivering lance which he brandish'd bright,
Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight.

DRAKE'S Culprit Fay.

DRAKE'S Culprit Fay.

He bared his blade of the bent grass blue;
He drove his spurs of the cockle-seed,

And away, like a glance of thought, he flew,
To skim the heavens, and follow far
The fiery tail of the rocket-star.

DRAKE'S Culprit Fay.

FAITH.

1. True faith and reason are the soul's two eyes;
Faith evermore looks upwards and descries
Objects remote; but reason can discover
Things only near-sees nothing that's above her:
They are not matches-often disagree,
And sometimes both are clos'd, and neither see.

QUARLES.

2. Faith lights us through the dark to deity;

Whilst, without sight, we witness that she shows
More God than in his works our eyes can see,

Though none, but by those works, the Godhead knows.
SIR W. DAVENANT.

3. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; He can't be wrong, whose life is in the right. POPE'S Essay on Man.

4. Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death,
To break the shock blind Nature cannot shun,
And lands thought smoothly on the farther shore.
YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

5. Death's terror is the mountain faith removes, That mountain-barrier between man and peace: "Tis faith disarms destruction, and absolves From every clamorous charge the guiltless tomb. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

6. Fond as we are, and justly fond of faith,

Reason, we grant, demands our first regard;
The mother honour'd, as the daughter dear-
Reason's the root, fair faith is but the flower.
YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

7. But faith, fanatic faith, once wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.