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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455526" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To His Excellency The Lord Carteret.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Picture strikes--'tis drawn with won d'rous Art;<br>Well has the Poet play'd the Painter's Part.<br>Tho' 'tis your Glory, yet, my Lord, I own,<br>I grieve the Features fit yourself alone.<br>But know, tho' All agree the Picture's yours,<br>'Tis Steadiness alone your Claim secures.<br>With Pleasure now your Image you furvey;<br>But should you from the Rules of Virtue stray,<br>Should e'er degrading Vice deform your Frame,<br>You'd start, like Io from the crystal Stream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Kneller has display'd, with matchless Grace,<br>The fleeting Glories of Clarinda's Face;<br>She sighs, to think how Time will soon devour<br>The lovely Bloom, which gives her now such Pow'r:<br>But yours, a Likeness of a nobler Kind,<br>Displays the deathless Beauties of the Mind:<br>Be it your Glory to surpass the Paint,<br>And make the finish'd Picture look too faint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why is he hid, who, with such matchloss Art,<br>Calls forth the Graces that adorn your Heart?<br>True Poets in their deathless Lays should live,<br>And share that Immortality they give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q>
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Well has the Poet play'd the Painter's Part.
Tho' 'tis your Glory, yet, my Lord, I own,
I grieve the Features fit yourself alone.
But know, tho' All agree the Picture's yours,
'Tis Steadiness al..."></div>
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