Part 3

46. An angel-face! its sunny "wealth of hair," In radiant ripples, bathes the graceful throat, And dimpled shoulders; round the rosy curve Of the sweet mouth, a smile seems wandering ever, While in the depths of azure fire that gleams Beneath the drooping lashes, sleeps a world Of eloquent meaning--passionate, but pure; Dreamy, subdued, but O, how beautiful!

MRS. OSGOOD.

47. Do but look in her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth: Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth! Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that sooth her, And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life, All the gain, all the good, of the elements at strife.

BEN JONSON.

48. When first you look upon her face, You little note, beside The timidness, that still betrays The beauties it would hide; But, one by one, they look out from Her blushes and her eyes, And still the last the loveliest, Like stars from twilight skies.

GEORGE HILL.

49. Endearing! endearing! Why so endearing Are those dark lustrous eyes, Through their silk fringe peering? They love thee! they love thee! Deeply, sincerely; And more than aught else on earth, Thou lov'st them dearly.

MOTHERWELL.

50. In face an angel, but in soul a cat!

DR. WOLCOTT--_Peter Pindar_.

51. Her feet beat witchcraft as she heads the dance, Lads, like a garland, hem her round about, While Love rains on them from her dark eye-glance. The maidens near her, tittering, take their stance, And on her swan-white neck, and snowy arms, Her small and nimble feet, they look askance; The hoary fiddler, as he listens, warms, And draws a lustier bow, and gazes on her charms.

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

52. A cheek, fair And delicate as rose-leaf newly blown-- A brow like marble--lofty, and profuse With the rich brown of her o'ergathering hair.

W. G. SIMMS.

53. Such her beauty, as no arts Have enrich'd with borrow'd grace; Her high birth no pride imparts, For she blushes in her place. Folly boasts a glorious blood, She is noblest, being good.

HABINGTON.

54. O'er her features steal, serenely mild, The trembling sanctity of woman's truth, Her modesty, and simpleness, and grace; Yet those who deeper scan the human face, Amid the trial-hour of fear or ruth, May clearly read, upon its heaven-writ scroll, That high and firm resolve, which nerved the Roman soul.

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

55. On her forehead sitteth pride, Crown'd with scorn, and falcon-eyed; But she beneath, methinks, doth twine Silken smiles, that seem divine. Can such smiles be false and cold? Can she, will she wed for gold?

BARRY CORNWALL.

56. Oh! her beauty is fair to see, But still and steadfast is her e'e, And the soft desire of maiden's e'en, In that mild face can never be seen. Her seymat is the lily flower, And her cheek the moss-rose in a shower, And her voice, like the distant melody That floats along the twilight sea. But she lo'es to raike the lonely glen, And keep afar frae the haunts o' men.

HOGG--_Queen's Wake_.

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

POPE.

58. Her face is very beautiful, and mirth Is native on her lip; but ever, now, As a sweet tone delighteth her, the smile Goes melting into sadness, and the lash Droops gently to her eye, as if it knew Affection was too chaste a thing for mirth.

WILLIS.

59. Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touch'd it? Have you mark'd but the fall o' the snow, Before the soil hath smutch'd it? Have you felt the wool of the beaver? Or swan's-down ever? Or have smelt o' the bud of the brier? Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she!

BEN JONSON.

60. Her nose is crook'd, and turn'd outwarde, Her chin stands all awry; A worse formed lady than she is, Was never seen with eye. Her haires like serpents cling aboute Her cheekes of deadlye hewe; A worse form'd ladye than she is No man mote ever view.

PERCY'S RELIQUES--_The Marriage of Sir Gawaine_.

WHAT IS THE PERSONAL APPEARANCE OF HIM WHO LOVES YOU?

'Twas pretty, though a plague, To see him every hour, to sit and draw His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, In our heart's table; heart, too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favor.

_All's Well That Ends Well._

I will drop in his way some obscure epistle of love; wherein, by the color of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated.

_Twelfth Night._

WHAT IS THE PERSONAL APPEARANCE OF HIM WHO LOVES YOU?

1. On his bold visage middle age Has slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet has not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth.

SCOTT--_Lady of the Lake_.

2. He is young And eminently beautiful, and life Mantles in eloquent fulness on his lip, And sparkles in his glance, and in his mien There is a gracious pride that every eye Follows with benisons.

WILLIS.

3. He hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard.

_Merry Wives of Windsor._

4. The high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy.

BYRON--_Corsair_.

5. Locks jet black, and clustering round a face Open as day, and full of manly daring.

ROGERS--_Italy_.

6. His face is keen as is the wind That cuts along the hawthorn fence, A motley air Of courage and of impudence.

WORDSWORTH.

7. Oh what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!

_Twelfth Night._

8. A goodly person, and can manage faire His stubborn steed, Who under him doth trample in the air, And chafe, that any on his back should sit.

SPENSER.

9. His waggish face, that speaks a soul jocose, Seems t'have been cast i' the mould of fun and glee; And on the bridge of his well-arched nose, Sits laughter plumed, and white-wing'd jollity.

TENNENT--_Anster Fair_.

10. The glow of temperance o'er his cheek is spread, Where the soft down half veils the chasten'd red.

CRABBE.

11. Readable as open book; And much of easy dignity there lies In the frank lifting of his cordial eyes.

LEIGH HUNT--_Rimini_.

12. Underneath that face, like summer ocean's, Its lip as moveless, and its cheek as clear, Slumbers a whirlwind of the heart's emotions, Love, hatred, pride, hope, sorrow--all save fear.

HALLECK.

13. Singing he is, or fluting all the day; He is as fresh as is the month of May. He can songs make, and well indite, Jouste, and eke dance, and well portray and write; Courteous he is, lowly and serviceable, And carveth for his father at the table.

CHAUCER.

14. Does he not hold up his head, as it were, and strut in his gait?

_Merry Wives of Windsor._

15. Sober he seems, and very sagely sad, And to the ground his eyes are lowly bent. Simple in show.

SPENSER--_Fairy Queen_.

16. He is the deuce among the girls, A thing of foppery and ton, of whiskers and of curls.

ALBERT PIKE.

17. A dainty gentleman, His sleepy eyes half closed, and countenance To no expression stronger than may suit A simper, capable of being turn'd.

SOUTHEY.

18. Contempt contracts his face, a smile is on his dark-brown cheek, his red eye rolls half concealed beneath his shaggy brows.

OSSIAN.

19. Downcast, or shooting glances far, How beautiful his eyes, That blend the nature of the star With that of summer skies!

WORDSWORTH.

20. Eyebrows bent like Cupid's bow, Front an ample field of snow, Even nose, and cheek withal Smooth as is the billiard-ball; Chin as woolly as the peach, And his lip doth kissing teach, Till he cherish too much beard And make Love and you afear'd.

BEN JONSON.

21. A fair and meaning face, an eye of fire, That checks the bold and makes the free retire.

CRABBE.

22. He has all the graces that render a man's society dear to ladies.

MASSINGER.

23. A beard that would make a razor shake, Unless its nerves were strong!

ALBERT PIKE.

24. He hath but a little beard, but time will send more if the man will be thankful.

_As You Like It._

25. A fresh young Squire, A lover, and a lusty bachelor; With locks curl'd as they were laid in press: Of twenty years of age he is, I guess.

CHAUCER.

26. His form is middle size, Shaped in proportion fair; And hazel is his eagle eye, And auburn of the deepest dye His short curl'd beard and hair.

SCOTT.

27. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.

_Coriolanus._

28. A kind true heart, a spirit high, That cannot fear, and will not bow, Are written in his manly eye, And on his manly brow.

HALLECK.

29. He has more goodness in his little finger, than you have in your whole body; Indeed he is a personable man, and not a spindle-shanked hoddy-doddy.

SWIFT.

30. A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, Framed in the prodigality of nature, Young, valiant, wise, The spacious earth cannot afford again.

_Richard III._

31. A handsome gallant, and a beau of spirit, Who can go down the dance so well as he?

TENNENT--_Anster Fair_.

32. A phantom, fashionably thin, With limb of lath, and bearded chin.

SCOTT--_Bridal of Triermain_.

33. There is a fair behavior in him, And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution, yet of him I well believe, he has a mind that suits With this his fair and outward character.

_Two Gentlemen of Verona._

34. Like a crane, his neck is long and fine, With which he swalloweth up excessive feast.

SPENSER.

35. Oh thy love has an eye Like a star in the sky, And breath like the sweets from the hawthorn tree; And his heart is a treasure, Whose worth is past measure, And yet he hath given all--all to thee.

BARRY CORNWALL.

36. His form, his face, his noble mien, The sweetness of his touching tone, His feeling heart so simply shown, Such gifts of mind, such gentle grace, Proclaim him of no common race.

SOTHEBY.

37. A brow of beautiful yet earnest thought, A form of manly grace.

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

38. He's handsome, valiant, young, And looks as he were laid for nature's best, To catch weak women's eyes.

DRYDEN--_All for Love_.

39. In that fair stand, his forehead, Love still bends His double bow, and round his arrows sends; In that tall grove, his hair, those globy rings He flying curls, and crispeth with his wings.

BEN JONSON.

40. He's fat, and scant o' breath.

_Hamlet._

41. Lordly look'd and lordly limb'd is he,-- A frame of iron, a right arm long and stark, A rough, loud voice, a visage somedale dark, A heart which soars as dangers soar, and ne'er Sinks save in peace.

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

42. Tall is his frame, his forehead high, Still and mysterious is his eye; His look is like a wintry day When storms and winds have sunk away.

HOGG--_Queen's Wake_.

43. He chats like popinjay, And struts with phiz tremendously erect.

TENNENT--_Anster Fair_.

44. His large fair front, and eye sublime, declare Absolute rule, and hyacinthine locks, Round from his parted forelock, manly hang Clustering.

MILTON--_Paradise Lost_.

45. A sweet-faced man; a proper man as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, gentleman-like man.

_Midsummer Night's Dream._

46. Dark deep eyes, and lips Whose motions gift the air they breathe with love.

SHELLEY.

47. Full long are both his spindle-shanks, and lean Just like a walking-stick--no calf is seen.

CHAUCER.

48. Faster than his tongue Doth make offence, his eye doth heal it up.

_As You Like It._

49. His eyes are like the eagle's, yet sometimes Liker the dove's; and at his will he wins All hearts with softness, or with spirit awes.

HOME--_Douglass_.

50. There's a cold bearing, And grave, severe aspect about the man, That makes our spirits pay him such respect, As though he dwelt 'neath age's silvery pent-house, Despite his unripe years.

FANNY KEMBLE.

51. Young and fair, Yet a man;--with crisped hair, Cast in thousand snares and rings For Love's fingers, and his wings: Chesnut color, or more slack Gold, upon a ground of black.

BEN JONSON.

52. A brow half martial, and half diplomatic, An eye upsoaring like an eagle's wings.

HALLECK.

53. He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth; He writes verses, he speaks holiday, He smells April and May.

_Merry Wives of Windsor._

54. 'Tis not his talent to conceal his thoughts, And carry smiles and sunshine in his face, When discontent sits heavy at his heart.

ADDISON--_Cato_.

55. A fop complete, He stalks the jest and glory of the street.

CRABBE.

56. Oh what a grace is seated on his brow! A combination and a form indeed, Where every god doth seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man.

_Hamlet._

57. Such beauty as great strength thinks no disgrace, Smiles in the manly features of his face; His large black eyes, fill'd with a spriteful light, Shoot forth such lively and illustrious night, As the sunbeams on jet reflecting show; His hair is black, in short curl'd waves doth flow; His tall, straight body amid thousands stands, Like some fair pine o'erlooking all the lands.

COWLEY--_Davideis_.

58. He witches the world with noble horsemanship, And vaults into his saddle with such ease, As if an angel dropt down from the clouds To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus.

_Henry IV._

59. A stalwart, active, soldier-looking stripling, Handsome as Hercules ere his first labor, And with a brow of thought beyond his years When in repose, till his eye kindles up, In answering yours.

BYRON--_Werner_.

60. His face is dark, but very quiet; It seems like looking down the dusky mouth Of a great cannon.

JOHN STERLING--_Strafford_.

WHAT IS THE CHARACTER OF YOUR LADY-LOVE?

Look at her, whoe'er Thou be that kindlest with a Poet's soul Intensely----from imagination take The treasure; what mine eyes behold see thou, Even though the Atlantic Ocean roll between.

WORDSWORTH.

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination; And every lovely organ of her life, Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving, delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul.

_Much Ado About Nothing._

WHAT IS THE CHARACTER OF YOUR LADY-LOVE?

1. Her body's matchless form Is better'd by the pureness of her mind.

MASSINGER.

2. She's made of those rare elements that now and then appear, As if removed by accident into a lesser sphere, Forever reaching up and on to life's sublimer things, As if they had been used to track the universe with wings.

WILLIS.

3. This reasoning maid, above her sex's dread, Has dared to read, and dares to say she read.

CRABBE.

4. Her smile so soft, her heart so kind, Her voice for pity's tones so fit, All speak her woman;--but her mind Lifts her where bards and sages sit.

DR. BROWN.

5. A perfect woman, nobly plann'd, To warn, to comfort, and command, And yet a spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.

WORDSWORTH.

6. One whose life is like a star, Without toil or rest to mar Its divinest harmony, Its God-given serenity.

JAMES ALDRICH.

7. She is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath proved herself.

_Merchant of Venice._

8. Right from the hand of God her spirit came Unstain'd, and she hath ne'er forgotten whence It came, nor wander'd far from thence, But laboreth to keep her still the same, Near to her place of birth, that she may not Soil her white raiment with an earthly spot.

J. R. LOWELL.

9. With her mien she enamors the brave, With her wit she engages the free, With her modesty pleases the grave; She is every way pleasing to thee.

SHENSTONE.

10. I would my horse had the speed of her tongue.

_Much Ado About Nothing._

11. As through the hedge-row shade the violet steals, And the sweet air its modest leaf reveals, Her softer charms, but by their influence known, Surprise all hearts, and mould them to her own.

ROGERS.

12. Full many a lady You have eyed with best regard, and many a time, The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought your too diligent ear; for several virtues You have liked several women; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil: But she, O she, So perfect and so peerless, is created Of every creature's best!

_Tempest._

13. She is all simplicity, A creature soft and mild; Though on the eve of womanhood, In heart a very child.

MRS. WELBY.

14. Who does not understand and love her, With feeling thus o'erfraught? Though silent as the sky above her, Like that, she kindles thought.

DR. GILMAN.

15. Sacred and sweet is all I see in her.

_Taming of the Shrew._

16. She is Happy in all endowments, which a poet Could fancy in his mistress; being herself A school of goodness, where chaste maids may learn, By the example of her life and pureness, To be, as she is, excellent.

MASSINGER.

17. She steps like some glad creature of the air, As if she read her fate and knew it fair; In truth, for fate at all she hath no care. Yet hath she tears as well as gladness; A butterfly in pain Will make her weep for very sadness, But straight she'll smile again.

A. M. WELLS.

18. A maiden never bold Of spirit, so still and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at itself.

_Othello._

19. She saith not once _nay_ when thou sayest _yea_; "Do this," saith he. "All ready, sir," saith she.

CHAUCER.

20. Every thought and feeling throw Their shadows o'er her face, And so are every thought and feeling join'd, 'Twere hard to answer whether heart or mind Of either were the native place.

WASHINGTON ALLSTON.

21. She speaks, Yet she says nothing!

_Romeo and Juliet._

22. She will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, when thou art disposed to be merry; and will laugh like a hyena, when thou art disposed to sleep.

_As You Like It._

23. Though on pleasure she is bent, She has a frugal mind.

GOLDSMITH.

24. Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn: Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed.

_Merchant of Venice._

25. Mind is her best gift, and poetry her world; And she will see strange beauty in a flower, As by a subtle vision.

WILLIS.

26. A being of sudden smiles and tears, Passionate visions, quick light and shade.

HEMANS.

27. Little she speaks, but dear attentions From her will ceaseless rise; She checks our wants with kind preventions, And lulls the children's cries.

DR. GILMAN.

28. Oh when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school, And though she be but little, she is fierce.

_Midsummer Night's Dream._

29. Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes.

COWPER.

30. She has an earnest intellect, a perfect thirst of mind, A heart by elevated thoughts and poetry refined.

WILLIS.

31. A timid grace sits trembling in her eye, Speaking most plain the thoughts which do possess Her gentle sprite,--peace, and meek quietness, And innocent love, and maiden purity.

CHARLES LAMB.

32. She hath more hair than wit, More faults than hairs, And more wealth than faults.

_Two Gentlemen of Verona._

33. Her soul is more than half divine, Where, through some shades of earthly feeling, Religion's soften'd glories shine, Like light through summer foliage stealing.

MOORE.

34. She will turn from a love-breathing seraph away, If he come not apparell'd in purple and gold.

MRS. OSGOOD.

35. She sways her house, commands her followers, Takes and gives back affairs and their despatch, With a most smooth, discreet, and stable bearing.

_Twelfth Night._

36. Spring hath no blossom fairer than her form, Winter no snow-wreath purer than her mind. The dew-drop trembling to the summer sun Is like her smile; bright, transient, heaven-refined.

MRS. PIERSON.

37. She is a lady of confirmed honor, of an unmatchable spirit, and determinate in all virtuous resolutions; not hasty to anticipate an affront, nor slow to feel where just provocation is given.

CHARLES LAMB.

38. Her outward charms are less Than her winning gentleness; With maiden purity of heart, Which, without the aid of art, Does in coldest hearts inspire Love.

JAMES ALDRICH.

39. She dwells among us like a star, That from its bower of bliss Looks down, yet gathers not a stain From aught it sees in this.

MRS. WELBY.

40. She in pleasant purpose doth abound, And greatly joyeth merry tales to feign.

SPENSER.

41. Early and late, at her soul's gate, Sits Chastity in warder wise; No thought unchallenged, small or great, Goes thence into her eyes; Nor may a low, unworthy thought Beyond that virgin warder win, Nor one, whose password is not "ought," May go without, or enter in.

J. R. LOWELL.