BEAST-BEAUTY, BEAST. (See ANIMAL). BEAUTY. The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth. SHAKSPEARE. Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown SHAKSPEARE SHAKSPEARF They had their name thence; coarse complexions, MILTON'S Comus Virtue can brook the thoughts of age 'Tis not a lip or eye we beauty call, But the full force and joint effect of all. GAY's Fables POPE'S Essay on Criticism 79 If to her share some female errors fall, Belinda smiled, and all the world was gay. I long not for the cherries on the tree, Grace was in her steps, heaven in her eyes, POPE. POPE. RANDOLPH. MILTON'S Paradise Lost Her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, her shape, her features, "I' is not a set of features or complexion, DRYDEN. ADDISON'S Cato. ADDISON And those who paint them truest, praise them most. All that painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love. Rowe's Fair Penitent. What's female beauty but an air divine, Through which the mind's all gentle graces shine? Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit ; YOUNG BLAIR'S Graux BEAUTY. No fantastic robe, That e'er caprice invented, custom wore, SHENSTONE. To make the cunning artless, tame the rude, But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, There was a soft and pensive grace, JOANNA BAILLIE. ROGERS' Italy. Scorr's Rokeby For faultless was her form as beauty's queen, With mild attemper'd dignity was seen Play o'er each lovely limb, and deck her angel mien. She was a form of life and light, So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, Hers is the loveliness in death, MRS. TIGH'S Psyche. That parts not quite with parting breath- BYRON'S Giaour. 81 BYRON'S Ginour. 82 BEAUTY. Fair as the first that fell of womankind. So bright the tear in beauty's eye, BYRON'S Giaour. BYRON's Bride of Abydos Who hath not prov'd how feebly words essay His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess BYRON'S Bride of Abydos. Such around her shone The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone: BYRON'S Bride of Abydos. Heart on her lip, and soul within her eyes, Who can curiously behold BYRON'S Beppo. The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek, BYRON'S Childe Harold. And form'd for all the witching arts of love. BYRON'S Childe Harold. Whose large blue eyes, fair locks, and snowy hands, BYRON'S Childe Harold. The bee from that lip more nectar could sip BEAUTY. Oh, fresh is the rose in the gay dewy morning, Without the smile, from partial beauty won, BURNS CAMPBELL. Who hath not paus'd while beauty's pensive eye CAMPBELL. 'T were easier far to paint the hues of heaven, To the gold-crested wave, the while it breaks, For 8 DAWE's Geraldine. every block of marble holds a Venus, With nothing but unchisell'd stone between us. Thou art beautiful, young lady; But I need not tell you this, For few have borne, unconsciously, DAWE'S Geraldine. J. G. WHITTIER. Thou art not beautiful-yet thy young face MRS. A. B. WELBY. |