Like every beautiful woman, she was conscious of her own power, and pleased with its effects…. But as she possessed excellent sense, she gave accidental circumstances, full weight in appreciating the feeling she aroused.—Waverley.
There was a soft and pensive grace,
A cast of thought upon her face,
That suited well the forehead high,
The eye-lash dark, and downcast eye;
The mild expression spoke a mind
In duty firm, composed, resign'd.
Rokeby, Canto 4.
The rose, with faint and feeble streak
So slightly tinged the maiden's cheek,