In her eyes a thought Grew sweet and sweeter, deepening like the dawn— A mystical forewarning! - Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Or light or dark, or short or tall,
She sets a springe to snare them all:
All's one to her—above her fan
She'd make sweet eyes at Caliban.

Between the reputation of the author living and the reputation of the same author dead there is ever a wide discrepancy.

When Washington visited Portsmouth in 1789 he was not much impressed by the architecture of the little town that had stood by him so stoutly in the struggle for independence.