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The Shamrock

or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte]

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The PICTURE.

Friend of my Youth, these Lines receive:
And, ere my Passion you reprove,
Let my true Hand attempt to give
A Picture of the Maid I love.
But, think not in my Verse to view
Such Praise as Verse too oft bestows;
A Neck, that mocks the Lily's Hue;
Or Cheeks, that shame the Summer Rose:
Though her's be every Charm of Youth,
On which delighted Love can dwell;
Fair though she be—in honest Truth,
Much fairer than my Tongue can tell—
Yet this I pass in Silence by;
For many are her Rivals there;
And Kitty boasts as bright an Eye;
And Fanny's Face is full as fair.
Then think not mere exterior Form
My Heart's fond Wish could ever win;
To me Expression is the Charm,
Sure Herald of a Mind within.
Each Movement of Amira's Frame
Calls into Life some new-born Grace;
While her Eye's bright, yet temperate, Beam
Proclaims her Heart's internal Peace.

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To paint her unexampl'd Worth,
What Colours can the Poet find!
What heavenly Tints, to shadow forth
The bright Perfection of her Mind?
The Soul, in Innocence secure,
Meet Inmate of so fair a Frame?
The Manners, artless all, and pure,
As the rock'd Infant's golden Dream?
The Brow, where Sense with Sweetness shines?
The Look, which wakes, yet checks, Desire;
Where Dignity with Freedom joins;
Where Grace, and Loveliness conspire?—
Weak tho' the Tints, unskill'd the Hand,
That rudely sketch'd th'imperfect Plan;
Mark you the Features, as they stand—
And, then, condemn me, if you can.