Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.
Walter ScottBesides, Rose Bradwardine, beautiful and amiable as we have described her, had not precisely the sort of beauty or merit which captivates a romantic imagination in early youth. She was too frank, too confiding, too kind; amiable qualities, undoubtedly, but destructive of the marvellous, with which a youth of imagination delights to dress the empress of his affections.
Walter Scott