The Description Of Bath A Poem. Humbly Inscribed To Her Royal Highness the Princess Amelia. By Mrs. Mary Chandler. The Third Edition. To which are added, Several Poems by the same Author |
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To Mrs. Shales.
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To Mrs. Shales.
I'll not fatigue Belinda's Ear
With telling her, “She's fair;”
Those Sounds so often she must hear
Of Shape, and Face, and Air.
With telling her, “She's fair;”
Those Sounds so often she must hear
Of Shape, and Face, and Air.
Of Neck as white as falling Snow,
And Eyes that Love inspire;
What her Glass tells her, she must know,
And Repetitions tire.
And Eyes that Love inspire;
What her Glass tells her, she must know,
And Repetitions tire.
Besides, the Nymph has too much Sense,
To pride in Good so frail;
Sees Beauty round beset with Harms,
And fears lest some prevail.
To pride in Good so frail;
Sees Beauty round beset with Harms,
And fears lest some prevail.
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Lest flatt'ring Tongues in fair Disguise
Should Vanity instil;
Observes herself with watchful Eyes,
And shuns the baleful Ill:
Should Vanity instil;
Observes herself with watchful Eyes,
And shuns the baleful Ill:
Bids Caution wait on Innocence,
Lest Malice dare to blame;
Or Envy, with envenom'd Breath,
Should taint her lovely Name.
Lest Malice dare to blame;
Or Envy, with envenom'd Breath,
Should taint her lovely Name.
She knows, that ev'ry Hour that flies,
Brings Age upon its Wing:
And that ungrateful Word, She was!
Has Venom in its Sting.
Brings Age upon its Wing:
And that ungrateful Word, She was!
Has Venom in its Sting.
She thanks kind Heav'n, that made her fair;
And knows that Heav'n design'd,
That lovely Form she wears, to grace
The Beauties of her Mind.
And knows that Heav'n design'd,
That lovely Form she wears, to grace
The Beauties of her Mind.
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So when the sparkling Brilliant's set
In Silver, shining Oar;
It adds small Value to the Stone,
But makes it please the more.
In Silver, shining Oar;
It adds small Value to the Stone,
But makes it please the more.
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