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THE CAROLINE.
Three matchless properties combine
To make the female form divine;
Idalian properties, above,
Distinguish'd in the Queen of Love:
But though of high celestial fame,
Among the gods they have no name,
Unvocal speak to sense divine,
As here to us in Caroline.
To make the female form divine;
Idalian properties, above,
Distinguish'd in the Queen of Love:
But though of high celestial fame,
Among the gods they have no name,
Unvocal speak to sense divine,
As here to us in Caroline.
Observe the raptur'd eye that tells
What charm in due proportion dwells
Proportion which the art can give
To make the very marble live,
Traces the neck, the shoulder, waist,
The foot, the ancle justly plac'd:
Men call it symmetry divine,
But gods shall name it Caroline.
What charm in due proportion dwells
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To make the very marble live,
Traces the neck, the shoulder, waist,
The foot, the ancle justly plac'd:
Men call it symmetry divine,
But gods shall name it Caroline.
How spirit animates each feature
Of a lively, blooming creature!
O'er all the face its spells arise,
But chiefly eloquent the eyes;
There fly the secrets of the heart,
Thence lovers wordless vows impart:
While thus expression we define,
The gods shall call it Caroline.
Of a lively, blooming creature!
O'er all the face its spells arise,
But chiefly eloquent the eyes;
There fly the secrets of the heart,
Thence lovers wordless vows impart:
While thus expression we define,
The gods shall call it Caroline.
Come forth Euphrosyne; I see
The charm that crowns the matchless three:
'Tis on that nether lip, and now
It darts across that farther brow;
Now to thy bosom sweeps the Loves,
And now beneath thy steps it moves:
'Tis grace as worded by the nine,
Call it, ye gods, your Caroline.
The charm that crowns the matchless three:
'Tis on that nether lip, and now
It darts across that farther brow;
Now to thy bosom sweeps the Loves,
And now beneath thy steps it moves:
'Tis grace as worded by the nine,
Call it, ye gods, your Caroline.
But should the immortals now descend,
And for strict grammar rules contend,
Calling Dan Priscian to affirm,
That each idea claims a term,
Do thou Mæonides, arise!
Improve the language of the skies;
Then, when the gods the three combine,
They'll call the union Caroline.
And for strict grammar rules contend,
Calling Dan Priscian to affirm,
That each idea claims a term,
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Improve the language of the skies;
Then, when the gods the three combine,
They'll call the union Caroline.
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