"Inchmeal" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... That flames round the Phoebean wassailer, Speed no more ignorant, more predestined flight, Than I, HER viewless tresses netted in. As some most beautiful one, with lovely taunting, Her eyes of guileless guile o'ercanopies, Does her hid visage bow, And miserly your covetous gaze allow, By inchmeal, coy degrees, Saying—"Can you see me now?" Yet from the mouth's reflex you guess the wanting Smile of the coming eyes In all their upturned grievous witcheries, Before that sunbreak rise; And each still hidden feature view within Your mind, ...
— Sister Songs • Francis Thompson |
