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Her eyes 
Are blue and beautiful,, and flash out gleams 
Of diamond light, like that which brightly beams 
On stilly summer nights from starlit skies. 
Her cheeks are tinted with the blushing dyes 
Which Heaven—so wisely bountiful—bestows 
In virgin freshness on the modest rose. 
MacKellar. 
Most fair is e’er most fickle. A fair girl 
Is like a thousand beauteous things of earth, 
But most like them in love of change. 
Peerbold. 
We gaze and turn away, and know not where, 
Dazzled and drunk with beauty, till the heart 
Reels with its fulness. 
Byron. 
Beauty gives 
The features perfectness, and to the form 
Its delicate proportions: she may stain 
The eye with a celestial blue—the cheek 
With carmine of the sunset; she may breathe 
Grace into every motion, like the play 
Of the least visible tissue of a cloud: 
She may give all that is within her own 
Bright cestus—and one glance of intellect, 
Like stronger magic, will outshine it all. 
Willis. 
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