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BEAUTY.
On evening sky, or tinted flower,
Or wild bird in his sportive hour,
Or the gay insect's tinsel'd wing,
Rich as poetic imaging,—
Where'er thy radiant form may dwell,
Beauty, I love thee passing well!
In the blest infant's cherub eye,
Beaming with all its native sky,
In the folds of its weak embrace,
Or the smile on its lovely face;
Where'er thy radiant form may dwell,
Beauty, I love thee passing well!
In ample waves of glossy hair,
Floating about the young and fair,
As they rejoiced, in breezy play,
O'er beings bright as summer's day;
Where'er thy radiant form may dwell,
Beauty, I love thee passing well!
Where sculpture leaves its magic trace
Of woman, in her airy grace;
Or on the lofty brows of men,
Imprints their godlike origin;
Where'er thy radiant form may dwell,
Beauty, I love thee passing well!
Or wild bird in his sportive hour,
Or the gay insect's tinsel'd wing,
Rich as poetic imaging,—
Where'er thy radiant form may dwell,
Beauty, I love thee passing well!
In the blest infant's cherub eye,
Beaming with all its native sky,
In the folds of its weak embrace,
Or the smile on its lovely face;
Where'er thy radiant form may dwell,
Beauty, I love thee passing well!
In ample waves of glossy hair,
Floating about the young and fair,
As they rejoiced, in breezy play,
O'er beings bright as summer's day;
Where'er thy radiant form may dwell,
Beauty, I love thee passing well!
Where sculpture leaves its magic trace
Of woman, in her airy grace;
Or on the lofty brows of men,
Imprints their godlike origin;
Where'er thy radiant form may dwell,
Beauty, I love thee passing well!
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And where the painter's power hath given
To earthly things the hues of heaven,
'Tis Nature's mirror, bright and fair,
And all we love is lovelier there!
Blest art! I find no words to tell
The power I love so passing well!
To earthly things the hues of heaven,
'Tis Nature's mirror, bright and fair,
And all we love is lovelier there!
Blest art! I find no words to tell
The power I love so passing well!
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