_Venus and Adonis_. SHAKESPEARE.
There Affectation, with a sickly mien,
Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen.
_Rape of the Lock, Canto IV_. A. POPE.
Sweet, pouting lips, whose color mocks the rose,
Rich, ripe, and teeming with the dew of bliss,--
The flower of love's forbidden fruit, which grows
Insidiously to tempt us with a kiss.
_Tasso's Sonnets_. R.H. WILDE.
Her face betokened all things dear and good,
The light of somewhat yet to come was there
Asleep, and waiting for the opening day.
_Margaret in the Xebec_. J. INGELOW.
Her face is like the Milky Way i' the sky,--
A meeting of gentle lights without a name.
_Breunoralt_. SIR J. SUCKLING.
A face with gladness overspread!
Soft smiles, by human kindness bred!
_To a Highland Girl_. W. WORDSWORTH.
FAIRY.
They're fairies! he that speaks to them shall die:
I'll wink and couch; no man their sports must eye.
_Merry Wives of Windsor, Act v. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.
This is the fairy land: O, spite of spites!
We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites.
_Comedy of Errors, Act ii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
In silence sad,
Trip we after the night's shade:
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.
_Midsummer Night's Dream, Act iv.
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