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Article PROLOGUE TO WERTER, ← Page 2 of 2 Article TO A YOUNG LADY, CURLING AND POWDERING HER HAIR. Page 1 of 1
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Prologue To Werter,
i . " i : fcK ruffian outrage in its wildest force . And curb th' impetuous passions in their course ; Whew -a . - /' . ' ; - Love assuming Pity ' s tear , Ami dangerous Friendship softer aspects wear ; M ; ew the sad bosom rent from rash-made vows , r ; -. e chaste , yet erring , wife sink ' midst her woes , rd self-destnturiion stain the / horrid closet
;> .. :: ' uch be th * impressions of our moral strain 1 Mtn-h ever dignify the Tragic reign ! Whilst WE with humble pow ' rs th ' effect improve — 'T ; s yours to feel—let it be ours to move ! . -.-- —„ ..- > f 7 ff ? . " 7 T « -rjr « ai ^ ^ j . r . git' = 3 M . ¦¦¦ - ' ¦
To A Young Lady, Curling And Powdering Her Hair.
TO A YOUNG LADY , CURLING AND POWDERING HER HAIR .
BY EK . LOV 7 TII , LATE BISHOP OF LONDON ,
T \ TO longer seek the needless aid j \| Of studious art , dear lovely inaid ! - Vainly from side to side forbear To shift thy glass , and braid each straggling hair . As the gay flowers which Nature yields Spontaneous on the vernal fields , Delight the fancy more than those
Which gardens trim arrange in equal rows ; As the pure rill , whose mazy train , The prattling pebbles check in vain , Gives native pleasure while it leads lis random waters winding through the meads ; As birds , the groves and -streams among , In artless strains the vernal song ,
Warbling their wood-notes wild , repeat ,-And soothe the ear , irregularly sweet ; So simple dress and native grace Will best become thy lovely face ; For naked Cupid still suspects In artful ornaments conceal'd defects . Cease thenwith idly cruel care
, To torture thus thy flowing hair ; O , cease with tasteless toil to shed A cloud of scented dust around thy head . Not Berenice ' s lacks could boast A grace like thine among the host Of stars though radiant now they rise , And add new lustre to the spangled skies :
Nor Venus , when her charms divine Improving in a form like thine , She gave her tresses uncoilfln'd To play about her neck , and wanton in the wind .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Prologue To Werter,
i . " i : fcK ruffian outrage in its wildest force . And curb th' impetuous passions in their course ; Whew -a . - /' . ' ; - Love assuming Pity ' s tear , Ami dangerous Friendship softer aspects wear ; M ; ew the sad bosom rent from rash-made vows , r ; -. e chaste , yet erring , wife sink ' midst her woes , rd self-destnturiion stain the / horrid closet
;> .. :: ' uch be th * impressions of our moral strain 1 Mtn-h ever dignify the Tragic reign ! Whilst WE with humble pow ' rs th ' effect improve — 'T ; s yours to feel—let it be ours to move ! . -.-- —„ ..- > f 7 ff ? . " 7 T « -rjr « ai ^ ^ j . r . git' = 3 M . ¦¦¦ - ' ¦
To A Young Lady, Curling And Powdering Her Hair.
TO A YOUNG LADY , CURLING AND POWDERING HER HAIR .
BY EK . LOV 7 TII , LATE BISHOP OF LONDON ,
T \ TO longer seek the needless aid j \| Of studious art , dear lovely inaid ! - Vainly from side to side forbear To shift thy glass , and braid each straggling hair . As the gay flowers which Nature yields Spontaneous on the vernal fields , Delight the fancy more than those
Which gardens trim arrange in equal rows ; As the pure rill , whose mazy train , The prattling pebbles check in vain , Gives native pleasure while it leads lis random waters winding through the meads ; As birds , the groves and -streams among , In artless strains the vernal song ,
Warbling their wood-notes wild , repeat ,-And soothe the ear , irregularly sweet ; So simple dress and native grace Will best become thy lovely face ; For naked Cupid still suspects In artful ornaments conceal'd defects . Cease thenwith idly cruel care
, To torture thus thy flowing hair ; O , cease with tasteless toil to shed A cloud of scented dust around thy head . Not Berenice ' s lacks could boast A grace like thine among the host Of stars though radiant now they rise , And add new lustre to the spangled skies :
Nor Venus , when her charms divine Improving in a form like thine , She gave her tresses uncoilfln'd To play about her neck , and wanton in the wind .