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• The light of love, The mind, the music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,-- And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto i, Stanza 6...
• With that she dasht her on the lippes, So dyed double red
  Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lips that bled....
• There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
  A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell....
• And her face so fair Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 29...
• She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skie
  And all that 's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eye...
• Her stature tall,--I hate a dumpy woman.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 61...
• The women pardon'd all except her face.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 113...
• That soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Beppo, Stanza 44...
• In her first passion woman loves her lover: In all the others, all she loves is love.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza 3...