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CHAPTER VI.
THE FÊTE AT SIR ROBERT WALPOLE'S
CONTINUED.
Ladye, thy white brow is fair,
Beauty's morning light is there;
And thine eye is like a star,
Dark as those of midnight are:
Round thee satin robe is flung;
Pearls upon thy neck are hung:
Yet thou wearest silk and gem,
As thou hadst forgotten them.
Lovelier is the ray that lies
On thy lip, and in thine eyes.
Blanchard’s title is:
A LADY’S BEAUTY
Adapted from Portrait of a Lady, by Sir Thomas Lawrence in The Troubadour
In The New Yorker (24th March 1838), as A Picture
