Spenser.
15. A downcast eye, repentant of the pain
That its mild light creates.
Keats.
16. Not fairer grows the lily of the vale,
Whose bosom opens to the vernal gale;
While health that rises with the new-born day,
Breathes o'er her cheek the softest blush of May.
Falconer—Shipwreck.
17. Fairest where all is beautiful and bright!