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Lines On A Grotto, At Crux-Easton, Hants.
By Alexander Pope
Here shunning idleness at once and praise,
This radiant pile nine rural sisters[130] raise;
The glittering emblem of each spotless dame,
Clear as her soul, and shining as her frame;
Beauty which nature only can impart,
And such a polish as disgraces art;
But Fate disposed them in this humble sort,
And hid in deserts what would charm a court.
Extra Info:
[130] The Misses Lisle.
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