Edited by Marcet Haldeman-Julius
a part of sight;
And rose wher'er I turned mine eye,
The morning-star of memory!
You know, or ought to know, enough of women,
Since you have studied, them so steadily,
That what they ask in aught that touches on
The heart, is dearer to their feelings or
Their fancy than the whole external world.
Sardanapalus, A. 4.
Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear--
In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!
That weapon of her weakness she can wield
To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.
Corsair, Canto 2.
Who hath not proved how feebly words essay
To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray?
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?
Bride of Abydos, Canto 1.