Los Angeles daily herald., 1875-12-01

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Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew,
Whose Short refresh upon the tender green,
Cheers for time, but till the sun doth show
And straight is gone as it had never been.
i Daniel.
Do not idolatrize; beauty's fiow'r,
Which springs and withers almost In an
hour. William Smith.
she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
1t seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like rich jewal i'll an Ethiop'S eai:
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
shakespeare.
Heroverpowerine presence made you feel
1t would not be idolatry to kneel. Il Byron.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.-[Shelley
Age cannot wither her, nor custom.stale
Her infinite variety. = shakespeare.
What is beauty? Not the show
Ofshapely limbs and features. No;
These are but flowers
That IN I'VE their dated hours,
To breathe their momentary sweets; then
IT'S the stainless soul within
That outshnes the iarest skin.
--[Slr A. Hunt.
So bright the tear in beautys eye
Love half regrets to kiss 1t dry;
so sweet the blush Of bashfullness
Even pity scarce can wish ii less.
-[Byron.
Beauty is but vain and doubtful good.
A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly,
A flower that dies when first IL gins to bud,
A brittle glass that's broken presently;
doubtful good, a gloss, glass, flower,
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
shakespeare.
Yot:graceful ease and sweetness void of pride
Might hide herf aults, If bellies had faults to
hide;
Tito her share some female errors fall,
Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Pope;
Needs not the foreign mid of ornament,
But is, when unadorned adorned the most.
-[Thomson.
The fair sex should be always fair; and no
man,
Till thirty, should perceive there's q plain
woman. byron.
AS rising on his purple wing
The insect queen OF Eastern Spring,
Ger emerald meadows of kashmere,
Invites the young pursuer near,s
And leads him on from flower to flower,
A weary chase and wasted hour,
Then leaves him as he scars on high,
With painting heart and fearful eye;
So beauty lures the full-grown child,
With hue as bright and wing as wild;
A chase of idle hopes and fears,
Begun in folly, closed in tears. byron.
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Oh, what were mania world without a sun.
-[Campbell.
She was a form of life and light,
That, seen, became part OF sight;
And rose where'er turned mine eye,
The morning star of memory. byron.
Beautiful eyes! but the blush will fade,
The light grow dim which the blue eyes
wear:
The gloss will vanish from curl and braid,
And the sunbcams die in the waving hair
Turn from the IN irror and strive to win
Treasures of lOveliness still to last;
Gather earth's glory and bloom within,
That the soul may be bright when youth
is past. Il Mrs. OsgOod,
Who hath not proved how feebly words es-
say
TO fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray?
Who doth not feel, until his falling sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing cheek, his sinking heart con-
feSS
The might-the majesty of lovliness.
byron.
There's beauty all around our paths,
IL but our watchful eyes
Can trace it midst famili lar things
And through their lowly guise.
= Mrs. Hemans.
No wonder that check in it beauty trans
cendant.
Exceleth the beauty of others by far;
No wonder that eye is so richly Iesplendant,
For your heart is Il rose, AMI your soul is a
star. - Mrs. Osgood.
Heart on her lips and soul within her eyes,
soft as her cline ND sunny as her skies.
byron.
The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one always loves them.
-[Bailey.
Beauty-the fading ranbow's pride.-Halleck
Thou art beautiful, young lady
But need not tell you this;
Fot few have horne uncOnsciOusly,
The spell of loveliness. Whittier.