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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447583" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Portrait Of A Lady. By Sir Thomas Lawrence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447583" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LADY , thy lofty brow is fair,<br>Beauty's sign and seal are there;<br>And thy lip is like the rose<br>Closing round the bee's repose;<br>And thine eye is like a star,<br>But blue as the sapphires' are.<br>Beautiful patrician! thou<br>Wearest on thy stately brow<br>All that suits a noble race,<br>All of high-born maiden's grace,--<br>Who is there could look on thee<br>And doubt thy nobility?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447583" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Round thee satin robe is flung,<br>Pearls upon thy neck are hung,<br>And upon thy arm of snow<br>Rubies like red sun-gifts glow;<br>Yet thou wearest pearl and gem<br>As thou hadst forgotten them.--<br>'Tis a step, but made to tread<br>O'er Persian web, or flower's head,--<br>Soft hand that might only move<br>In the broider'd silken glove,--<br>Cheek unused to ruder air<br>Than what hot-house rose might bear,--<br>One whom nature only meant<br>To be queen of the tournament,--<br>Courtly fete, and lighted hall,--<br>Grace and ornament of all!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Letitia+Elizabeth+Landon">Letitia Elizabeth Landon</a></strong></div>