MANY were lovely there; but, of that many, Was one who looked the loveliest of any -- The youthful countess. On her cheek the dyes Were crimson with the morning's exercise; The laugh upon her full red lip yet hung; And, arrow-like, light words flashed from her tongue. She had more loveliness than beauty -- hers Was that enchantment which the heart confers. A mouth, sweet from its smiles; a large dark eye That had o'er all expression mastery, Laughing the orb, but yet the long lash made Somewhat of sadness with its twilight shade; And suiting well the upcast look that seemed, At times, as it of melancholy dreamed: Her cheek was as a rainbow, it so changed As each emotion o'er its surface ranged -- Her face was full of feeling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS; OR, THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA by FRANCIS HASTINGS CHARLES DOYLE THE JACOBITE ON TOWER HILL by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 41. YA HASIB by EDWIN ARNOLD THE BLACK MOUSQUETAIRE; A LEGEND OF FRANCE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 24 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |