Author : Henry Southgate
Release : 2013-09
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Book Synopsis The Bridal Bouquet, Culled in the Garden of Literature by H. Southgate by : Henry Southgate

Download or read book The Bridal Bouquet, Culled in the Garden of Literature by H. Southgate written by Henry Southgate. This book was released on 2013-09. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1873 edition. Excerpt: ...diamond's darken'd in the ringe; If slice appeare the moon's undonne, As with the presence of the sunne. Sir Henry Wootton. FAIR, GENTLE, SWEET. Fair, gentle, sweet, Your wit makes wise things foolish: when we greet With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, By light we lose light: your capacity Is of that nature, as to your huge store Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor. Shakespeare. She fills the air around with beauty. Byron. THE PRIDE AND WISH OF HEARTS AND EYES. All that thy prayers Can ask of heaven, all that the gods can grant In answer of thy wishes, all be thine: Eternal youth, and everlasting spring Of smiling beauty, in its blushing bloom. Make thee the pride and wish of heaits and eyes: All joys, all blessings, which long happy years Of empire can bestow, I mean to thee. Southern. BEAUTY'S SOFT TRACE. I've gazed on many a brighter face, But ne'er on one, for years, Where beauty left so soft a trace As it had left on hers. Mrs. A. B. Welby. SUNNY LOCKS LIKE GOLDEN FLEECE. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. Her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece. Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the check of Night, Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear. Shakespeare. A SMILE OF THINE IS LIKE AN ACT OF GRACE. Thou art a girl of noble nature's crowning, A smile of thine is like an act of grace; Thou hast no noisome looks, no pie.ty frowning, Like daily beauties of a vulgar race; When thou dost smile, a light is on thy face, A clear, cool kindliness, a lunar beam Of peaceful radiance, silvering o'er the stream Of human thought with beauteous glory, Not quite a waking truth, nor quite a dream, A visitation--bright though transitory. Hartley Coleridge. ATTRACTIVENESS OF...