In maiden meditation, fancy-free. [ William Shakespeare ]
A maiden hath no tongue but thought. [ William Shakespeare ]
Mother, a maiden is a tender thing,
And best by her that bore her understood. [ Alfred Tennyson ]
The fisher droppeth his net in the stream,
And a hundred streams are the same as one;
And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream;
And what is it all, when all is done?
The net of the fisher the burden breaks
And always the dreaming the dreamer wakes. [ Alice Cary ]
The darts of love are blunted by maiden modesty. [ Cervantes ]
And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,
The maiden herself will steal after it soon. [ Moore ]
The invisible and loquacious maiden of the mountain passes. [ Horace Smith ]
Trust no friend without faults, and love a maiden, but no angel. [ Lessing ]
No padlocks, bolts, or bars can secure a maiden so well as her own reserve. [ Cervantes ]
As a wild maiden, with love-drinking eyes, sees in sweet dreams a beaming youth of glory. [ Alexander Smith ]
She felt his flame; but deep within her breast, in bashful coyness or in maiden pride, the soft return concealed. [ Thomson ]
The youth longs so to love, the maiden so to be loved; ah! why does there spring out of this holiest of all our instincts such agonising pain? [ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ]
The accepted and betrothed lover has lost the wildest charms of his maiden in her acceptance of him. She was heaven whilst he pursued her as a star - she cannot be heaven if she stoops to such a one as he. [ Ralph Waldo Emerson ]
Light is, in reality, more awful than darkness; modesty more majestic than strength; and there is truer sublimity in the sweet joy of a child, or the sweet virtue of a maiden, than in the strength of Antaeus or the thunder-clouds of Aetna. [ John Ruskin ]
In Goethe's drama, Iphigenia defends her chastity, ascribing her firmness to the gods.
No god hath said this: thine own heart hath spoken, answered Thoas, the king.
They only speak to us through our heart, she replies.
Have not I the right to hear them too? he rejoins.
Thy storm of passion drowns the gentle whisper, adds the maiden, and closes all debate. [ Bartol ]