[Poems by Botta in] Memoirs of Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta written by her friends with selections from her correspondence and from her writings in prose and poetry |
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ON RECEIVING A PICTURE OF AN ITALIAN COUNTESS |
 | [Poems by Botta in] Memoirs of Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta written by her friends |  |
ON RECEIVING A PICTURE OF AN ITALIAN COUNTESS
Oh lovely semblance of a lovelier face!
Upon thy classic contour as I gaze,
My eager thought flies through dividing space;
And to the living picture tribute pays.
Upon thy classic contour as I gaze,
My eager thought flies through dividing space;
And to the living picture tribute pays.
I see that brow with thought and goodness crowned,
I see those eyes with deep affection shine;
I hear the language from those sweet lips sound,
By poets made immortal and divine.
I see those eyes with deep affection shine;
I hear the language from those sweet lips sound,
By poets made immortal and divine.
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I would that I might follow my free thought,
And see this gentle stranger face to face;
For such fair spirits I have ever sought,
And such would ever hold in my embrace.
And see this gentle stranger face to face;
For such fair spirits I have ever sought,
And such would ever hold in my embrace.
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