Like ean cad ane a ~~ breeze is upon, 
es, and laughs in the sun. 
Mi 
Masesty. Power. In his facesat meekness, heightened with majestic grace. 
Denham. 
Who paused to look ag x : 
Saw more than marks the crowd of “ane men. Byron. 
The power of thought—the magic of the mind... . dd. 
His was the lofty port, the distant mien, 
That seems to shun the sight—and awes if seen: 
—_—__———— The high-born eye, 
That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy ; 
All these wielded to command assent: ny 
But where he wished to win, so well unbent, Ma i 4 
That kindness cancell’d fear in those who heard, LAs 
beside his word, PF wht ' 
W. . 
His deep yet tender melody of tone. . . Byron’s Corsair. 
- ready speech flow’d fair and free, 
phrase of gentlest courtesy ; 
Yet seem’d that tone, and gesture — 
Less seemed to sue, than to comma: 
Scotts Lady of the Lake. 
What peremptory eagle-sighted eye 
Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, 
That i is not blinded by her majesty ? 
High on the circle of her brow enthroned, 
Fro ch majestic motion darting awe, 
Devorst awe! till cherished by her looks 
ergs hee and meek confiding love, 
rapture softened all soul 
His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess 
The might—the majesty of loveliness 
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[I uve Bor iy THY sme. Who will, may pant for glory and excel, 
Her smile his aim , all high or ains fatewell ! . Cowper. 
Oh! let me only breathe the air 
The blessed air, that’s breathed by thee, 
And whether on its wings 
Healing, or death, shot cow ge Vie ass 
oer: 
Despair. You are the cause of all my care— 
d I love, and I despair ! 
My eyes confess it. 
My every action speaks my heart aloud. 
