INSCRIPTION UNDER THE SHADE OF A LADY, GIVEN BY HER TO THE AUTHOR. Samuel Henley 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. T116245 1136 K093079.003 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. III. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 40-41. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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INSCRIPTION UNDER THE SHADE OF A LADY , GIVEN BY HER TO THE AUTHOR . BY THE SAME . INVENTIVE Love , parent of every art , That courts the fancy , or that wins the heart , By thee inspir'd , a Grecian dame of yore , With tenderest arrow from thy sacred store , Each pain to sooth , and joys o'erpast renew , Her parting lover's shadowy semblance drew : Hence sprung Design ; and Paint its aid combin'd , To inform the outline with the speaking mind . But thou , blest maid , canst baffle all their boast , Their powers would all , tho' REYNOLDS strove , be lost : What stroke could make thy comely tresses flow With native grace ? What hue could teach to glow Thy mild sweet blushes ? or , attemper'd , break , With purest white , their softenings on thy cheek ? Aught less than power divine might hope in vain , The dewy lustrings of thine eye to feign ; Or fix the timid swellings of that breast , Which may , kind heaven , no care but Love's molest ! Each charm shall Memory in this shade supply , Braid the soft hair , and languish in the eye , Bid the fair cheek bloom in its native hue , The dove-like bosom's gentlest swell renew ; Sweet Fancy every attitude restore , And give each varying grace to inchant the more .