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ON The Countess of ROSS.
By the Same.
The blooming Spring, delightful May,
The Flow'rs in sweet Confusion gay,
The Heav'nly Bow of various Dye,
The radiant Glories of the Sky,
Serve but as Images to paint
Thy Beauties, ROSS; and all too faint.
The Flow'rs in sweet Confusion gay,
The Heav'nly Bow of various Dye,
The radiant Glories of the Sky,
Serve but as Images to paint
Thy Beauties, ROSS; and all too faint.
Then let vain Man attempt no more,
But from the charming Danger fly;
The Pencil and the Pen want Power
To draw her Soul, or paint her Eye.
But from the charming Danger fly;
The Pencil and the Pen want Power
To draw her Soul, or paint her Eye.
For Nature, when she wrought each Grace,
An Excellence design'd,
Beyond the Painter's Skill her Face,
The Poet's Art her Mind.
An Excellence design'd,
Beyond the Painter's Skill her Face,
The Poet's Art her Mind.
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