Within whose face Beauty and Virtue strived Virtue would stain that o'er with Silver White. But Beauty, in that White intituled, From Venus' Doves doth challenge that fair field; Their Silver Cheeks, and call'd it then their shield; When Shame assail'd, the Red should fence the White. Beauty. - Milton. EAUTY is Nature's Coin, must not be hoarded, Consists in mutual and partaken Bliss, Beauty. — Byron. HER Chance bus wou'd in vain to spoil her Cheek, ER Glance how wildly beautiful! how much Which glows yet smoother from his amorous clutch! E tradeful Merchants; that with weary toil Yo seek most precious things to make your gain; And both the Indias of their treasure spoil, If Saphyrs, lo! her Eyes be Saphyrs plain; If Rubies, lo! her Lips be Rubies sound; If Pearls, her Teeth be Pearls, both pure and round; If Ivory, her Forehead Ivory ween; If Gold, her Locks are finest Gold on Grourd; O! when the Buds expand the Leaves are green, So 'tis with Beauty,-such the opening grace The Bud, the Bloom, the Fruit,-and then we fade. FOR Beauty is the bait which with delight Doth Man allure, for to enlarge his kind; Beauty, the burning lamp of Heaven's light, Darting her beams into each feeble Mind, Against whose power nor God nor Man can find Defence, reward the danger of the wound; But being hurt, seek to be medicin'd Of her that first did stir that mortal stownd. Beauty. — Byron. HEART on her Lips, and Soul within her Eyes, Beauty. Spenser. OR sure of all that in this mortal frame FOR Contained is, nought more Divine doth seem, Or that resembleth more th' immortal flame Of heavenly light, than Beauty's glorious beam. What wonder then it with such rage extreme Frail men, whose eyes seek heavenly things to see, At sight thereof so much enravish'd be ? THAT whiter skin of hers than snow, Beauty. — Mrs. Tighe. OT! and while her snowy hands how refreshing seemed the breathing wind From her fair brow her golden hair unbind, Play o'er each lovely limb, and deck her angel mien. The nameless Charms unmark'd by her alone; THERE Beauty. - Scott. was a soft and pensive Grace, A cast of thought upon her Face, That suited well the Forehead high, EVERY Spirit as it is most pure, To habit in For of the Soul the Body form doth take, "Is Beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell'st She alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy. HE was a Form of Life and Light, Beauty. Shakespeare. My Beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; W Her dream of home, steals timidly away, THILE she, who sang so gently to the lute Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray, But takes with her from Azim's heart that sigh UT Virtue's self, with all her tightest laces, B Hay not the natural stays of strict old age; Own'd to a penchant, though discreet, for Beauty. If ever bliss could graft its flower On stem so full of bitterness Ev'n then her glorious Smile to me Brought warmth and radiance, if not balm, Like Moonlight on a troubled sea, Brightening the storm it cannot calm. Leaning half rais'd, with looks of cordial love Beauty, which whether waking or asleep, Beauty. Shakespeare. YINCE brass nor stone, nor earth nor boundless sea, But sad Mortality o'er-sways their power, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? YET graceful Ease, and Sweetness void of Pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her Face, and you'll forget 'em all. Beauty. Shakespeare. MOVE these Eyes? Or whether riding on the balls of mine, Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd Lips, Should sunder such sweet friends: Here in her Hairs A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men, Beauty. Shakespeare. SHE doth teach the torches to burn bright! O'Her beauty hangs upon the check of Night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear: Beauty too rich for use, for Earth too dear. |