C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
The blushing beauties of a modest maid.
In maiden meditation, fancy free.
A maiden hath no tonguebut thought.
Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses.
A maiden never bold; of spirit so still and quiet that her motion blushed at herself.
Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.
Oh, the spells that haunt the trembling tale a bright-eyed maiden tells!
The soul whose bosom lust did never touch is Gods fair bride; and maiden souls are such.
Maids want nothing but husbands; and when they have them they want everything.
Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
A child no more! a maiden now
A graceful maiden, with a gentle brow;
A cheek tinged lightly and a dove-like eye; And all hearts bless her as she passes by.
Let the words of a virgin, though in a good cause, and to as good purpose, be neither violent, many, nor first, nor last; it is less shame for a virgin to be lost in a blushing silence than to be found in a bold eloquence.
She had grown, in her unstained seclusion, bright and pure as a first opening lilac, when it spreads its clear leaves to the sweetest dawn of May.
13 The young girl who begins to experience the necessity of loving seeks to hide it; but the desire of pleasing betrays the secret of her heart, and sometimes reveals her hopes.