C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


The blushing beauties of a modest maid.


In maiden meditation, fancy free.


A maiden hath no tongue—but thought.


Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses.


A maiden never bold; of spirit so still and quiet that her motion blushed at herself.


Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.

John Webster.

Oh, the spells that haunt the trembling tale a bright-eyed maiden tells!

Edwin Arnold.

The soul whose bosom lust did never touch is God’s fair bride; and maiden souls are such.


Maids want nothing but husbands; and when they have them they want everything.


  • Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
  • And mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
  • Byron.

  • A child no more! a maiden now—
  • A graceful maiden, with a gentle brow;
  • A cheek tinged lightly and a dove-like eye;
  • And all hearts bless her as she passes by.
  • Mary Howitt.

    Let the words of a virgin, though in a good cause, and to as good purpose, be neither violent, many, nor first, nor last; it is less shame for a virgin to be lost in a blushing silence than to be found in a bold eloquence.


    She had grown, in her unstained seclusion, bright and pure as a first opening lilac, when it spreads its clear leaves to the sweetest dawn of May.


    The young girl who begins to experience the necessity of loving seeks to hide it; but the desire of pleasing betrays the secret of her heart, and sometimes reveals her hopes.