2. A thing all lightness, life, and glee, One of the shapes we seem To meet in visions of the night, And should they greet our waking sight, Imagine that we dream. GEORGE HILL. 3. A lovelier nymph the pencil never drew; For the fond Graces form'd her easy mien, And heaven's soft azure in her eye is seen. She seems a rose-bud when it first receives The genial sun in its expanding leaves. HAYLEY--_Triumphs of Temper_. 4. Eyes As tender as the blue of weeping skies, Yet sunny in their radiance as that blue, When sunset glitters on its falling dew. JOHN NEAL. 5. She bends beneath the weight of dress, The stiffen'd robes, which spoil her easy mien, And art mistaken makes her beauty less, While still it hides some beauties better seen. HAMMOND--_Love Elegies_. 6. There is a sweetness in her upturn'd eyes, A tearful lustre, such as fancy lends To the Madonna, and a soft surprise, As if they found strange beauty in the air. PARK BENJAMIN. 7. Her soft, clear eyes, deep in their tenderness, Reflect all beautiful and kindly things. She would seem infantile, but that her brow In lilied majesty uptowers, and tells That lofty thoughts and chasten'd pride are there. MRS. GILMAN. 8. Oh, the words Laugh on her lips; the motion of her smiles Showers beauty, as the air-caressed spray The dews of morning; and her stately steps Are light, as though a winged angel trod Over earth's flowers, and fear'd to brush away Their delicate hues. MILMAN--_Fazio_. 9. She has ane e'e, she has but ane, The cat has twa the very color; Five rusty teeth forbye a stump, A clapper tongue would deave a miller. BURNS. 10. She lacks the beauty of a "damask skin," But there are roses lying near at hand, To spring unto her cheek; oft from within They come, called up at feeling's high command, And on the glowing surface long remain. MRS. M. S. B. DANA. 11. If on her we see display'd Pendent gems, and rich brocade, If her chintz with less expense Flows in easy negligence, If she strikes the vocal strings, If she's silent, speaks, or sings, If she sit, or if she move, Still we love and we approve. DR. JOHNSON. 12. Her laugh is like a fairy's laugh, So musical and sweet; Her foot is like a fairy's foot, So dainty and so fleet. Her smile is fitful sunshine, Her hand is dimpled snow, Her lip a very rose-bud In sweetness and in glow.