looks (n.)
She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.
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.
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?
And looks commercing with the skies,
Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
The fairest garden in her looks,
And in her mind the wisest books.
A sweet attractive kinde of grace,
A full assurance given by lookes,
Continuall comfort in a face
The lineaments of Gospell bookes.
'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.
His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.
Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.
The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
My only books
Were woman's looks,—
And folly's all they 've taught me.
Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks.
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound,
And news much older than their ale went round.
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.
He reads much;
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men.
The selfsame heaven
That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
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?
When looks were fond and words were few.
So saying, with despatchful looks in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
