Crabbe.
11. Readable as open book;
And much of easy dignity there lies
In the frank lifting of his cordial eyes.
Leigh Hunt—Rimini.
12. Underneath that face, like summer ocean's,
Its lip as moveless, and its cheek as clear,
Slumbers a whirlwind of the heart's emotions,
Love, hatred, pride, hope, sorrow—all save fear.