An ODE on Miss HARRIET HANBURY at Six Years old. Sir Charles Hanbury Williams 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. T131163 K104099.005 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. V. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 132-133. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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An ODE on Miss HARRIET HANBURY at Six Years old . By Sir CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS . I. WHY shou'd I thus employ my time , To paint those cheeks of rosy hue ? Why shou'd I search my brains for rhime , To sing those eyes of glossy blue ? II . The pow'r as yet is all in vain , Thy num'rous charms , and various graces : They only serve to banish pain , And light up joy in parents' faces . III . But soon those eyes their strength shall feel ; Those charms their pow'rful sway shall find : Youth shall in crowds before you kneel , And own your empire o'er mankind . IV . Then when on Beauty's throne you sit , And thousands court your wish'd-for arms ; My Muse shall stretch her utmost wit , To sing the victories of your charms . V. Charms that in time shall ne'er be lost , At least while verse like mine endures : And future HANBURYS shall boast , Of verse like mine , of charms like yours . VI . A little vain we both may be , Since scarce another house can shew , A poet , that can sing like me ; A beauty , that can charm like you .