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