XIV.
Upon a gorgeous car of state
A beauteous form advanced,
Each female breast with envy burn'd
As she around her glanced;
She wore a lordly coronet
The Countess of Blessington's lovely person is not her sole
endowment—for those who have enraptured beheld her lovely
features will at least bestow equal admiration on the effusions
of her elegantly satirical pen.
With many a pearl and brilliant set.
With keen satiric eye she view'd
The hosts around her car,
Folly and vice beneath her looks
Retreated quick afar;
Anon, with smile, as angel's bland,
She back allured th' admiring band.
Great Gog—for even kings submit
To Beauty's greater sway—
Beheld her with admiring eye,
Then turn'd his head away,
As if the spectacle too much
His sympathetic heart did touch.
As raptured I beheld her form,
Methought a sylph she seem'd,
Such as of which the youthful bard
Ere now hath ofttimes dream'd,
Something too fair to owe her birth
To aught on this low, grov'lling earth.
