Mary Barber

(1690-1757 / England)

On The Dutchess Of Newcastle's Picture. - Poem by Mary Barber

Say, Worsdcal, where you learn'd the Art
To paint the Goodness of the Heart
The flatt'ring Teint let others prize;
You call the Soul into the Eyes:
There we the various Virtues trace
Of Churchil's, and Godolphin's Race.
Thrice happy Pelham, to whose Arms
Were destin'd never--fading Charms!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010

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