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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344243" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Benedetta Ramus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mysterious Benedetta! who<br>That Reynolds or that Romney drew<br>Was ever half so fair as you,<br>Or is so well forgot?<br>These eyes of melancholy brown,<br>These woven locks, a shadowy crown,<br>Must surely have bewitched the town;<br>Yet you're remembered not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through all that prattle of your age,<br>Through lore of fribble and of sage<br>I've read, and chiefly Walpole's page,<br>Wherein are beauties famous;<br>I've haunted ball, and rout, and sale;<br>I've heard of Devonshire and Thrale,<br>And all the Gunnings' wondrous tale,<br>But nothing of Miss Ramus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet on many a lattice pane<br>'Fair Benedetta,' scrawled in vain<br>By lovers' diamonds, must remain<br>To tell us you were cruel.<br>But who, of all that sighed and swore -<br>Wits, poets, courtiers by the score -<br>Did win and on his bosom wore<br>This hard and lovely jewel?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why, dilettante records say<br>An Alderman, who came that way,<br>Woo'd you and made you Lady Day;<br>You crowned his civic flame.<br>It suits a melancholy song<br>To think your heart had suffered wrong,<br>And that you lived not very long<br>To be a City dame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perchance you were a Mourning Bride,<br>And conscious of a heart that died<br>With one who fell by Rodney's side<br>In blood-stained Spanish bays.<br>Perchance 'twas no such thing, and you<br>Dwelt happy with your knight and true,<br>And, like Aurora, watched a crew<br>Of rosy little Days!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, lovely face and innocent!<br>Whatever way your fortunes went,<br>And if to earth your life was lent<br>For little space or long,<br>In your kind eyes we seem to see<br>What Woman at her best may be,<br>And offer to your memory<br>An unavailing song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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That Reynolds or that Romney drew
Was ever half so fair as you,
Or is so well forgot?
These eyes of melancholy brown,
These woven locks, a shadowy crown,
Must surely have bewitched the town;
Yet you're remembered not.

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