Or filial love was glowing there,
Or meek devotion pour'd a prayer.
Or hate of injury call'd forth
The indignant spirit of the North.
One only passion unreveal'd,
With maiden pride, the maid conceal'd,
Yet no less purely felt the flame--
O need I tell that passion's name?
_The Lady of the Lake, Canto 1._
She is fairer in feature than becometh a man of my order to speak
of; and she has withal a breathing of her father's lofty spirit.
The look and the word of such a lady will give a man double
strength in the hour of need.--_The Betrothed._
Her smile, her speech, with winning sway,
Wiled the old harper's mood away.
With such a look as hermits throw
When angels stoop to soothe their woe,
He gazed, till fond regret and pride
Thrill'd to a tear.
_The Lady of the Lake, Canto 2._
All her soul is in her eye,
Yet doubts she still to tender free
The wonted words of courtesy.
* * * * *
Go to her now--be bold of cheer,
While her soul floats 'twixt hope and fear:
It is the very change of tide,
When best the female heart is tried--
Pride, prejudice ...
Are in the current swept to sea.
_Rokeby, Canto 2._
She was highly accomplished; yet she had not learned to substitute
the gloss of politeness for the reality of feeling.--_Waverley._
A deep-thinking and impassioned woman, ready to make exertions
alike, and sacrifices, with all that vain devotion to a favorite
object of affection, which is often so basely rewarded.--_The
Fortunes of Nigel._
The spotless virgin fears not the raging lion.--_The Talisman._
Sweet was her blue eye's modest smile ...
And down her shoulders graceful roll'd
Her locks profuse of paly gold ...
She charm'd at once, and tamed the heart.
_Marmion, Canto 5._
At length, an effort sent apart
The blood that curdled to her heart,
And light came to her eye,
And color dawn'd upon her cheek,
A hectic and a flutter'd streak.
* * * * *
And when her silence broke at length,
Still as she spoke she gather'd strength,
And arm'd herself to bear;--
It was a fearful sight to see
Such high resolve and constancy,
In form so soft and fair.
_Marmion, Canto 2._
She look'd
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