There is beauty in the gullies, beauty on the cliffs, beauty in sun and

shade,

In rocks and rivers, seas and plains, the earth is drowned in beauty.

Beauty coileth with the water-snake, and is cradled in the shrewmouse's nest,

She flitteth out with evening bats, and the soft mole hid her in his tunnel; The limpet is encamped upon the shore, and beauty not a stranger to his

tent;

The silvery dace and golden carp thread the rushes with her :

She saileth into clouds with an eagle, she fluttereth into tulips with a

humming-bird;

The pasturing kine are of her company, and she prowleth with the leopard in his jungle.

Moreover, for the reasonable world, its words, and acts, and speculation, For frail and fallen manhood, in every work and way,

Beauty, wrecked and stricken, lingereth still among us,

And morsels of that shattered sun are dropt upon the darkness.
Yea, with savages and boors, the mean, the cruel, and besotted,
Ever in extenuating grace hide some relics of the beautiful.
Gleams of kindness, deeds of courage, patience, justice, generosity,
Truth welcomed, knowledge prized, rebukes taken with contrition,
All in various measure, have been blest with some of these,
And never yet hath lived the man utterly beggared of the beautiful.

Beauty is as crystal in the torchlight, sparkling on the poet's page;
Virgin honey of Hymettus, distilled from the lips of the orator;
A savour of sweet spikenard, anointing the hands of liberality;
A feast of angels' food set upon the tables of religion.

She is seen in the tear of sorrow, and heard in the exuberance of mirth;
She goeth out early with the huntsman, and watcheth at the pillow of

disease.

Science, in his secret laws, hath found out latent beauty,

Sphere and square, and cone and curve, are fashioned by her rules:
Mechanism met her in his forces, fancy caught her in its flittings,
Day is lightened by her eyes, and her eyelids close upon the night.

Beauty is dependence in the babe, a toothless tender nursling;

Beauty is boldness in the boy, a curly rosy truant;
Beauty is modesty and grace in fair retiring girlhood,
Beauty is openness and strength in pure high-minded youth;
Man, the noble and intelligent, gladdeneth earth in beauty,
And woman's beauty sunneth him, as with a smile from heaven.

There is none enchantment against beauty, Magician for all time,
Whose potent spells of sympathy have charmed the passive world:
Verily, she reigneth a Semiramis; there is no might against her;
The lords of every land are harnessed to her triumph.

Beauty is conqueror of all, nor ever yet was found among the nations
That iron-moulded mind, full proof against her power.
Beauty, like a summer's day, subdueth by sweet influences;

Who can wrestle against Sleep?—yet is that giant very gentleness.

Ajax may rout a phalanx, but beauty shall enslave him single-handed: Pericles ruled Athens, yet is he the servant of Aspasia :

Light were the labour, and often-told the tale, to count the victories of beauty,

Helen, and Judith, and Omphale, and Thais, many a trophied name,
At a glance the misanthrope was softened, and repented of his vows:
When beauty asked, he gave, and banned her-with a blessing;
The cold ascetic loved the smile that lit his dismal cell,

And kindly stayed her step, and wept when she departed;
The bigot abbess felt her heart gush with a mother's feeling,

When looking on some lovely face beneath the cloister's shade;

Usury freed her without ransom: the buccaneer was gentle in her presence: Madness kissed her on the cheeek, and Idiocy brightened at her coming: Yea, the very cattle in the field, and hungry prowlers of the forest,

With fawning homage greeted her, as beauty glided by.

A welcome guest, unbidden, she is dear to every hearth;

A glad spontaneous growth of friends are springing round her rest:
Learning sitteth at her feet, and Idleness laboureth to please her;
Folly hath flung aside his bells, and leaden Dullness gloweth ;
Prudence is rash in her defence; Frugality filleth her with riches;
Despair came to her for counsel; and Bereavement was glad when she

consoled;

Justice putteth up his sword at the tear of supplicating beauty,

And Mercy, with indulgent haste, hath pardoned beauty's sin.

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O beauty. thou art noble; yea, though Esther be an exile,
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Stern Egypt, humbled to the Greek, fancied softer idols volg odt ei eidT

Greece, the Roman province, nigh forgat her classic sculpture;
Rome, crushed beneath the Goth, loved his barbarian habits;
And Alaric, with his ruffian horde, is tamed by silken Rome.
Columbia's flattened head, and China's crumpled feet,—

The civilized tapering waist,—and the pendulous ears of the savage,—
The swollen throat among the mountains, and an ebon skin beneath the

tropics,

These shall all be reckoned beauty; and for weighty cause:

First, for the latter; Providence in mercy tempereth taste by circumstance, So that Nature's must shall hit her creature's liking;

Second, for the middle; though the foolishness of vanity seek to mar

proportion,

Still, defects in those we love shall soon be counted praise;

Third, for the first; a chief and a princess, maimed or distorted from the

cradle,

Shall coax the flattery of slaves to imitate the great in their deformity; Hence groweth habit; and habits make a taste,

And so shall servile zeal deface the types of beauty.

Whiles Alexander conquered, crookedness was comely;

And followers learn to praise the scars upon their leader's brow.
Youth hath sought to flatter Age by mimicking gray hairs ;

Age plastereth her wrinkles, and is painted in the ruddiness of Youth.
Fashion, the parasite of Rank, apeth faults and failings,

Until the general Taste depraved hath warped its sense of beauty.

Each man hath a measure for himself, yet all shall coincide in much;
A perfect form of human grace would captivate the world;

Be it manhood's lustre, or the loveliness of woman, all would own its

beauty,

The Caffre and Circassian, Russians and Hindoos, the Briton, the Turk

and Japanese.

Not all alike, nor all at once, but each in proportion to intelligence,

His purer state in morals, and a lesser grade in guilt :

For the high standard of the beautiful is fixed in Reason's forum,
And sins, and customs, and caprice, have failed to break it down:
And reason's standard for the creature pointeth three perfections,
Frame, knowledge, and the feeling heart; well and kindly mingled:
A fair dwelling, furnished wisely, with a gentle tenant in it,—
This is the glory of humanity: thou hast seen it seldom.

There is a beauty of the body; the superficial polish of a statue,
The symmetry of form and feature, delicately carved and painted.
How bright in early bloom the Georgian sitteth at her lattice,
How softened off in graceful curves her young and gentle shape:
Those dark eyes, lit by curiosity, flash beneath the lashes,
And still her velvet cheek is dimpled with a smile.

Dost thou count her beautiful?-even as a mere fair figure,
A plastic image, little more,—the outer garb of woman:
Yea, and thus far it is well; but Reason's hopes are higher,—
Can he sate his soul on a scantling third of beauty?

Yet is this the pleasing trickery, that cheateth half the world,
Nature's wise deceit, to make up waste in life:

And few be they that rest uncaught, for many a twig is limed;
Where is the wise among a million, that took not form for beauty?
But watch it well; for vanity and sin, malice, hate, suspicion,
Lowering as clouds upon the countenance, will disenchant its charms.
The needful complexity of beauty claimeth mind and soul,
Though many coins of foul alloy pass current for the true :

And albeit fairness in the creature shall often co-exist with excellence,
Yet hath many an angel shape been tenanted by fiends.

A man, spiritually keen, shall detect in surface beauty

Those marring specks of evil, which the sensual cannot see ;

Therefore is he proof against a face, unlovely to his likings,

And common minds shall scorn the taste, that shrunk from sin's distortion.

There is a beauty of the reason: grandly independent of externals,

It looketh from the windows of the house, shining in the man triumphant. I have seen the broad blank face of some misshapen dwarf

Lit on a sudden as with glory, the brilliant light of mind:

Who then imagined him deformed? intelligence is blazing on his forehead, There is empire in his eye, and sweetness on his lip, and his brown cheek

glittereth with beauty:

And I have known some Nireus of the camp, a varnished paragon of chamberers, (7)

Fine, elegant, and shapely, moulded as the master-piece of Phidias,Such an one, with intellects abased, have I noted crouching to the dwarf, Whilst his lovers scorn the fool whose beauty hath departed!