His keen eyes had perceived Mary Turner's graces of form, her loveliness of face.
All loveliness, all grace, all majesty are there; but we cannot see, cannot conceive—come away!
Nothing could exceed in loveliness the situation of this lake.
At night, in his dreams, she returns, but never for a season may he look on her face of loveliness.
But if the loveliness of her character ...