BLUs. 
Ye well arrayed 
Queen Lilies — and ye painted populace, 
Who dwell in fields, and lead ambrosial lives. 
Young. 
The wand-like Lily, which lifted up, 
As a Moenad, its radiant-coloured cup, 
Till the fiery star, which is in its eye, 
Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky. 
Shelley. 
Her glossy hair is clustered o'er a brow 
Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth; 
Her eyebrow's shape is like the aerial bow, 
Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth, 
Mounting at times to a transparent glow, 
As if her veins run lightning ; she, in sooth, 
Has a proud air, and grace by no means common, 
Her stature tall, — I hate a dumpy woman. 
Byron. 
Oh, he is all made up of love and charms, 
Whatever maid could wish or man admire ; 
Delight of every eye ! when he appears, 
A secret pleasure gladdens all that see him ; 
And when he talks, the proudest men will blush 
To hear his virtues and his glory ! 
Addiso7i. 
