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But gaze upon her face.

With easy smiles dispelled the silent fear

Coleridge.

That durst not tell me what I died to hear. . . . Prior.

Mind, mind, alone (bear witness, earth and heaven!)

The living fountains in itself contains

Of beauteous and sublime: here hand in hand,

Sit paramount the graces: here enthroned,

Celestial Venus, with divinest airs,
Invites the soul to never-fading joy.

There was that in her dark, bright, joyous eyes,
And in the expression of her speaking face,
Where, 'mid the graces, dwelt perpetual smiles-
And the pure light that evermore pours out
From the mind's fountain-that demanded more
Than the cold name of beauty, which may be
The attribute of beings whom no ray
Of intellect illumines, and no charm
Of loveliness invests.

....

Such charms would fix

Id.

S. P. Chase.

Inconstancy itself: her unmixed virtues,
Even if her beauty failed, would soon subdue
The rebel heart, and you would learn to love her.
Dr. Thomas Franklin's Earl of Warwick.