THE LILY'S TRIUMPH OVER THE ROSE. Susanna Blamire Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Blamire, Susanna, 1747-1794. The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “The muse of Cumberland.” Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D. with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell, ... Edinburgh John Menzies, 61 Princes Street; R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle. MDCCCXLII. 1842 pp. 54-55.

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THE LILY'S TRIUMPH OVER THE ROSE . THE Rose , I own , has many a charm To win the partial eye ; Her sweets remain to glad the sense E'en when her colours fly : Just so good humour charms the heart , After a face once fair Parts with its bloom , and withering time Has planted wrinkles there . But should I ask from beauty's store A tint to gain the heart , It should not be the blooming tinge Which looks so like to art . No ; spread along the downy cheek The tender Lily fair , And soon the eye shall teach the heart To find an interest there . The bending form , the drooping head , Shall dwell upon the mind , And ever round the feelings strong Some soft affection wind . So Flora , once in pensive mood , Pronounc'd the fix'd decree , When passing many a flaunting flower , She dropped a tear o'er thee ; " Others , " said she , " may charm the eye , And fancied joys impart ; But thou shalt learn the secret way That wins into the heart . Within thy bell this pearl shall rest , Which seems a lucid tear , The only gem that Pity loves To tremble in her ear . Then let Health make the blooming Rose The favourite of her bower ; — The eye may woo the flow'ret gay , The heart shall own thy power .