Louisa, while thy pliant fingers trace The solemn beauties of the prospect round, Or, on thy instrument, with touching grace, Awaken all the witcheries of sound: Mild, as thy manners, do the colours rise, As soft and unobtrusive meet the view; And, when the varied notes the ear surprize, We own the harmony as strictly true. Be thine the praise, alas! a gift how rare! Artless, and unpretending, to excel! Forget the envied charm of being fair, To learn the noblest science,—acting well! And let no world the seal of truth displace, Or spoil the heart's accordance with the face! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NURSING HOME: THE DOLL by KAREN SWENSON RETALIATION by OLIVER GOLDSMITH HYMN TO THE NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL HOUSEHOLD POEMS: 1. BRONWEN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |