Careful Words

looks (n.)

She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 208.

Thus, when the lamp that lighted

The traveller at first goes out,

He feels awhile benighted,

And looks around in fear and doubt.

But soon, the prospect clearing,

By cloudless starlight on he treads,

And thinks no lamp so cheering

As that light which Heaven sheds.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): I 'd mourn the Hopes.

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books,

Or surely you 'll grow double!

Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks!

Why all this toil and trouble?

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Tables Turned.

And looks commercing with the skies,

Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

John Milton (1608-1674): Il Penseroso. Line 39.

The fairest garden in her looks,

And in her mind the wisest books.

Abraham Cowley (1618-1667): The Garden, i.

A sweet attractive kinde of grace,

A full assurance given by lookes,

Continuall comfort in a face

The lineaments of Gospell bookes.

Mathew Roydon (Circa 1586): An Elegie; or Friend's Passion for his Astrophill.

'T is a common proof,

That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,

Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;

But when he once attains the upmost round,

He then unto the ladder turns his back,

Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees

By which he did ascend.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

His wit invites you by his looks to come,

But when you knock, it never is at home.

William Cowper (1731-1800): Conversation. Line 303.

Meagre were his looks,

Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.

The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 29.

My only books

Were woman's looks,—

And folly's all they 've taught me.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): The Time I 've lost in wooing.

Thus she stood amid the stooks,

Praising God with sweetest looks.

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): Ruth.

Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound,

And news much older than their ale went round.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 223.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child,

Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,

Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,

Remembers me of all his gracious parts,

Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

He reads much;

He is a great observer, and he looks

Quite through the deeds of men.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act i. Sc. 2.

The selfsame heaven

That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,

Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 329.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,

But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 331.

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books,

Or surely you 'll grow double!

Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks!

Why all this toil and trouble?

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Tables Turned.

When looks were fond and words were few.

Allan Cunningham (1785-1842): Poet's Bridal-day Song.

So saying, with despatchful looks in haste

She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 331.