Who hath not proved how feebly words essay
To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray?
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
[[550]]His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess
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The might, the majesty of loveliness?
The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 6.
The light of love,[550:1] the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face,[550:2]
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,—