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There's nothing that allays an angry mind
So soon as a sweet beauty.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER--The Elder Brother.

Act III. Sc. 5.
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Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair!

For me her constant flame appears; The garland she hath culled, I wear

On brows bald since my thirty years. Ye veils that deck my loved one rare,

Fall, for the crowning triumph's nigh.
Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair!

And I, so plain a man am I!
BERANGER—Qu'elle est jolie. Translated by

C. L. BETTS.

Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair
In that she never studied to be fairer
Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing,
Her virtues were so rare.

GEORGE CHAPMAN-AU Fools. Act I. Sc. 1.

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I pour

into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their

dreams. JOHN VANCE CHENEYBeauty.

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The beautiful seems right By force of beauty, and the feeble wrong Because of weakness.

E. B. BROWNING—Aurora Leigh. Bk. I.

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She is not fair to outward view

As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew

Until she smiled on me:
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.

HARTLEY COLERIDGE-Song.

The essence of all beauty, I call love,
The attribute, the evidence, and end,
The consummation to the inward sense
Of beauty apprehended from without,
I still call love.

E. B. BROWNING—Sword Glare.

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And behold there was a very stately palace before him, the name of which was Beautiful.

BUNYAN—-Pilgrim's Progress. Pt. I.

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Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess,
The might—the majesty of Loveliness?

BYRON—Bride of Abydos. Canto I. St. 6.

Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.

COLERIDGE—Christabel. Pt. I. St. 24.

17 Beauty is the lover's gift. CONGREVEThe Way of the World. Act II.

Sc. 2. 18 The ladies of St. James's!

They're painted to the eyes; Their white it stays for ever,

Their red it never dies; But Phyllida, my Phyllida!

Her colour comes and goes;
It trembles to a lily,—

It wavers to a rose.
AUSTIN DOBSON—At the Sign of the Lyre.

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Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow
Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth;
Her eyebrow's shape was like the aerial bow,
Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth,
Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow,
As if her veins ran lightning.

BYRON-Don Juan. Canto I. St. 61.

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She, though in full-blown flower of glorious

beauty, Grows cold, even in the summer of her age.

DRYDEN-@dipus. Act IV. Sc. 1.

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A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded, A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

BYRONDon Juan. Canto XV. St. 43.

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She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless chimes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

BYRON—She Walks in Beauty.

Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the marsh and sky,
Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for see-

ing,
Then beauty is its own excuse for being.

EMERSONThe Rhodora. 23

The beautiful rests on the foundations of the necessary.

EMERSON-Essay. On the Poet.

re's nothing that allays an angry mind soon as a sweet beauty. SEAUMONT AND FLETCHER-The Elder Brother. Act III. Sc. 5.

The beautiful seems right force of beauty, and the feeble wrong ause of weakness.

. B. BROWNING—Aurora Leigh. Bk. I.

essence of all beauty, I call love, attribute, the evidence, and end, consummation to the inward sense eauty apprehended from without, ll call love.

B. BROWNING-Sword Glare.

Gods! but she is wondrous fair! 'or me her constant flame appears; garland she hath culled, I wear n brows bald since my thirty years. veils that deck my loved one rare, all, for the crowning triumph's nigh. Gods! but she is wondrous fair! nd I, so plain a man am I! SERANGER Qu'elle est jolie. Translated by I pour into the world the eternal streams C. L. BETTS. Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.

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id behold there was a very stately palace e him, the name of which was Beautiful. NYAN-Pilgrim's Progress. Pt. I.

doth not feel, until his failing sight ts into dimness with its own delight, hanging cheek, his sinking heart confess, night-the majesty of Loveliness? RON-Bride of Abydos. Canto I. St. 6.

ight of love, the purity of grace, nind, the Music breathing from her face, heart whose softness harmonized the whole, oh! the eye was in itself a Soul! RON-Bride of Abydos. Canto I. St. 6.

Thou who hast

ital gift of beauty. ON-Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 42.

ossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow with intelligence, and fair and smooth; ebrow's shape was like the aerial bow, eek all purple with the beam of youth, ing, at times, to a transparent glow, er veins ran lightning. ON-Don Juan. Canto I. St. 61.

ly being, scarcely formed or moulded, with all its sweetest leaves yet folded. ON-Don Juan. Canto XV. St. 43.

BEAUTY

lks in beauty like the night dless chimes and starry skies; I that's best of dark and bright her aspect and her eyes: hellowed to that tender light heaven to gaudy day denies. N-She Walks in Beauty.

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No todas hermosuras enamoran, que algunas alegran la vista, y no rinden la voluntad.

All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which only pleases the sight, but does not captivate the affections. CERVANTES-Don Quixote. II. 6.

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Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair
In that she never studied to be fairer
Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing.
Her virtues were so rare.

GEORGE CHAPMAN-All Fools. Act I. Sc. 1.

JOHN VANCE CHENEY-Beauty.

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She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;

Her loveliness I never knew

Until she smiled on me: Oh! then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. HARTLEY COLERIDGE—Song.

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Then beauty is its own excuse for being. EMERSON-The Rhodora.

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The beautiful rests on the foundations of the

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Beauty draws more than oxen.

HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.

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Beauty is the index of a larger fact than wisdom. HOLMES-Professor at the Breakfast Table. II.

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necessary.

EMERSON-Essay. On the Poet.

A heaven of charms divine Nausicaa lay.
HOMER-Odyssey. Bk. VI. L. 22. POPE'S

trans.

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Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,

Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,

That ope in the month of May.

LONGFELLOW—Wreck of the Hesperus. St. 2. Oh, could you view the melodie Of ev'ry grace, And musick of her face, You'd drop a teare, Seeing more harmonie In her bright eye, Then now you heare.

LOVELACE–Orpheus to Beasts.

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You are beautiful and faded
Like an old opera tune
Played upon a harpsichord.

AMY LOWELL-A Lady.

for beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive. · Cease to admire, and all her

plumes Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy, At every sudden slighting quite abash'd.

MILTONParadise Regained. Bk. II. L. 220. And ladies of the Hesperides, that seemed Fairer than feign'd of old.

MILTON~Paradise Regained. Bk. II. L. 357.

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The maid who modestly conceals
Her beauties, while she hides, reveals:
Gives but a glimpse, and fancy draws
Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.
EDWARD MOORE—Spider and the Bee. Fable

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Not more the rose, the queen of flowers,
Outblushes all the bloom of bower,
Than she unrivall’d grace discloses;
The sweetest rose, where all are roses.

MOORE-Odes of Anacreon. Ode LXVI.

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Beauty and sadness always go together.
Nature thought beauty too rich to go forth
Upon the earth without a meet alloy.
GEORGE MACDONALDWithin and Without.

Pt. IV. Sc. 3.

To weave a garland for the rose,

And think thus crown'd 'twould lovelier be, Were far less vain than to suppose

That silks and gems add grace to thee. MOORE—Songs from the Greek Anthology. To

Weave a Garland.

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'Tis evanescence that endures; The loveliness that dies the soonest has the long

est life. The rainbow is a momentary thing, The afterglows are ashes

while we gaze. Don MARQUISThe Paradox.

Die when you will, you need not wear
At heaven's Court a form more fair

Than Beauty here on Earth has given:
Keep but the lovely looks we see
The voice we hear, and you will be

An angel ready-made for heaven.
MOORE. Versification of LORD HERBERT of
Cherbury, Life. P. 36.

(See also OLDHAM)

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An' fair was her sweet bodie,

Yet fairer was her mind:
Menie's the queen among the flowers,

The wale o' womankind.
ROBERT NICOLL-Menie.

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Altho' your frailer part must yield to Fate,
By every breach in that fair lodging made,
Its blest inhabitant is more displayed.
OLDHAMTo Madam L. E. on her Recovery.

106. 23 And should you visit now the seats of bliss, You need not wear another form but this. OLDHAMTo Madam L. E. on her Recovery. 115.

(See also MOORE, WALLER) Hast thou left thy blue course in heaven, golden-haired son of the sky! The west has opened its gates; the bed of thy repose is there. The waves come, to behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling heads. They see thee lovely

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When the candles are out all women are fair.

PLUTARCH—Conjugal Precepts.

8 'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.

POPE-Essay. On Criticism. Pt. II. L. 45.

9 Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

POPE-Rape of the Lock. Canto V. L. 33.

Die Wahrheit ist vorhanden für den Weisen.
Die Schönheit für ein fühlend Herz.

Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart. SCHILLER-Don Carlos. IV. 21. 186.

21 Das ist das Loos des Schönen auf der Erde!

That is the lot of the beautiful on earth.
SCHILLER—Wallenstein's Tod. IV. 12. 26.

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And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace,
Of finer form, or lovelier face!

SCOTTLady of the Lake. Canto I. St. 18.

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No longer shall the bodice aptly lac'd
From thy full bosom to thy slender waist,
That air and harmony of shape express,
Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.

PRIOR-Henry and Emma. L. 429.

11 For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.

PRIORTo the Countess of Oxford. 12

Nimis in veritate, et similitudinis quam pulchritudinis amantior.

Too exact, and studious of similitude rather than of beauty. QUINTILIANDe Institutione Oratoria. XII.

10. 9.

There was a soft and pensive grace,
A cast of thought upon her face,
That suited well the forehead high,
The eyelash dark, and downcast eve.

SCOTT——Rokeby. Canto IV. St. 5.

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Spirit of Beauty, whose sweet impulses,
Flung like the rose of dawn across the sea,
Alone can flush the exalted consciousness
With shafts of sensible divinity-
Light of the world, essential loveliness.

ALAN SEEGER-Ode to Natural Beauty. St. 2.

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Why thus longing, thus forever sighing

Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear For the far-off, unattain'd, and dim,

As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. While the beautiful all round thee lying

Taming of the Shrew. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 173. Offers up its low, perpetual hymn? HARRIET W. SEWALL_Why Thus Longing.

'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white

Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Beauty comes, we scarce know how, as an Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 257. emanation from sources deeper than itself. SHAIRP_Studies in Poetry and Philosophy. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: Moral Motive Power.

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Good things will strive to dwell with't.
For her own person,

Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 458.
It beggar'd all description.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L.
202.

A lovely lady, garmented in light

From her own beauty. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

SHELLEYThe Witch of Atlas. St. 5. As You Like It. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 112.

She died in beauty-like a rose blown from its Heaven bless thee!

parent stem. Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on;

CHARLES DOYNE SILLERY-She Died in Beauty. Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 43.

O beloved Pan, and all ye other gods of this

place, grant me to become beautiful in the inner Of Nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast And with the half-blown rose.

SOCRATES. In Plato's Phædrus. End. King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 53.

For all that faire is, is by nature good; Beauty is brought by judgment of the eye, That is a signe to know the gentle blood. Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.

SPENSER-An Hymne in Honour of Beauty. Love's Labour's Lost. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 15.

L. 139.

22 Beauty doth varnish age.

Her face so faire, as flesh it seemed not, Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 244.

But heavenly pourtraict of bright angels' hew,

Cleare as the skye withouten blame or blot, Beauty is a witch,

Through goodly mixture of complexion's dew. Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

SPENSERFaerie Queene. Canto III. St. 22. Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 186.

They seemed to whisper: “How handsome she is!

What wavy tresses! what sweet perfume! I'll not shed her blood;

Under her mantle she hides her wings; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, Her flower of a bonnet is just in bloom.” And smooth as monumental alabaster.

E. C. STEDMANTranslation. Jean ProuOthello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 3.

vaire's Song at the Barricade. Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;

She wears a rose in her hair, A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly;

At the twilight's dreamy close: A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud;

Her face is fair,-how fair

Under the rose!
A brittle glass that's broken presently;
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,

R. H. STODDARD/Under the Rose.
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
The Passionate Pilgrim. St. 13.

Fortuna facies muta commendatio est.

A pleasing countenance is a silent commen0, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

dation. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night,

SYRUS-Maxims.
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear:
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
Romeo and Juliet. Act I, Sc. 5. L. 46.

And most divinely fair. (Later editions read: "Her beauty hangs upon

TENNYSON—Dream of Fair Women. St. 22. the cheek of night.)

(See also MILTON) Her beauty makes

How should I gauge what beauty is her dole, This vault a feasting presence full of light. a

Who cannot see her countenance for her soul, Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 85.

As birds see not the casement for the sky?

And as 'tis check they prove its presence by, O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem I know not of her body till I find By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! My flight debarred the heaven of her mind. Sonnet LIV.

FRANCIS THOMPSON-Her Portrait. St. 9.

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