The Maiden grew
Pious and pure, modest and yet so brave,
Though young, so wise, though meek, so resolute.

_Grace Darling._


In her face and mien
The soul's pure brightness he beheld,
Without a veil between.

_The Russian Fugitive._


We her discretion have observed,
Her just opinions, delicate reserve,
Her patience, and humility of mind.
Unspoiled by commendation....

_The Borderers._


O Lady, worthy of earth's proudest throne!
Nor less, by excellence of nature, fit
Beside an unambitious hearth to sit
Domestic queen, where grandeur is unknown;
What living man could fear
The worst of Fortune's malice, wert thou near,
Humbling that lily-stem, thy sceptre meek,