At this display the elder and less attractive of the maidens fled, uttering loud and continuous cries of apprehension in order to conceal the direction of her flight.
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And I will fare to Avalun, to the fairest of all maidens, to Argante the queen, an elf most fair, and she shall make my wounds all sound.
In the highlands, in the country places, Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair maidens Quiet eyes.
Robert Louis StevensonHome they brought her warrior dead. She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching said, "She must weep or she will die."
TennysonHer very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.
hartley coleridgeWhen hopes and dreams are loose in the streets, it is well for the timid to lock doors, shutter windows and lie low until the wrath has passed. For there is often a monstrous incongruity between the hopes, however noble and tender, and the action which follows them. It is as if ivied maidens and garlanded youths were to herald the four horsemen of the apocalypse .
Eric HofferAt this display the elder and less attractive of the maidens fled, uttering loud and continuous cries of apprehension in order to conceal the direction of her flight.
The bolt of Cupid fell: * * * upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
william shakespeareIn the early years, especially around the mid 90s, I had this feeling you could play around on his ego and get him out. He believed he could attack bowlers at any time and anyone who could bowl maidens to him stood a good chance. Things are of course different now.
maidens hearts are always soft:Would that men's were truer!
william cullen bryantmaidens withering on the stalk.
william wordsworthSome shout him, and some hang upon his car, To gaze in his eyes, and bless him. maidens wave Their 'kerchiefs, and old women weep for joy; While others, not so satisfied, unhorse The gilded equipage, and turning loose His steeds, usurp a place they well deserve.
william cowpermaidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
lord byronHer very frowns are fairer far, than smiles of other maidens are.
hartley coleridge