Lines on Hearing it Declared that No Women Were So Handsome as the English
TY, the attribute of Heaven!
In various forms to mortals given,
With magic skill enslaves mankind,
As sportive fancy sways the mind.
Search the wide world, go where you will,
TY pursues you still;
Capricious Nature knows no bound,
Her unexhausted gifts are found In ev'ry clime, in ev'ry face,
Each has its own peculiar grace. To
IA's frolic scenes repair,
There reigns the tyny
RE;
The mincing stepthe slender waist,
The lip with bright vermilion grac'd:
The short pert nosethe pearly teeth,
With the small dimpled chin beneath, The social converse, gay and free,
The smart
OT and
EE.
IA boasts the melting fair,
The pointed step, the haughty air,
Th' empassion'd tone, the languid eye,
The song of thrilling harmony;
Insidious
VE conceal'd in smiles That charmsand as it charms beguiles. View
AN
DS, whose finish'd forms The wond'ring sculptor's fancy warms!
There let thy ravish'd eye behold The softest gems of Nature's mould;
Each charm, that
DS learnt to trace,
From
AN's bewitching face. Imperious
EY's pride is
In Beauty's rich luxuriant mien;
The dark and sparkling orbs that glow Beneath a polish'd front of snow:
The auburn curl that zephyr blows About the cheek of brightest rose:
The shorten'd zone, the swelling breast,
With costly gems profusely drest;
Reclin'd in softly-waving bow'rs,
On painted beds of fragrant flow'rs;
Where od'rous canopies dispense
IA's spices to the sense;
Where listless indolence and ease,
Proclaim the sov'reign wish, to please. 'Tis thus, capricious
CY shows How far her frolic empire goes !
On
IA's sands, on
NE snow,
We trace her steps where'er we go;
The
SH Maid with timid grace;
The tawny
AN 's varnish'd face;
The jetty
AN; the fair Nurs'd by
PA's softer air;
With various charms delight the mind,
For
CY governs
LL
ND.
Mary Darby Robinson
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