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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sketches In The Exhibition</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What various objects strike with various force,<br>Achilles, Hebe, and Sir Watkin's horse!<br>Here summer scenes, there Pentland's stormy ridge,<br>Lords, ladies, Noah's ark, and Cranford bridge!<br>Some that display the elegant design,<br>The lucid colours, and the flowing line;<br>Some that might make, alas! Walsh Porter stare,<br>And wonder how the devil they got there!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LADY M----VE.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How clear a strife of light and shade is spread!<br>The face how touched with nature's loveliest red!<br>The eye, how eloquent, and yet how meek!<br>The glow subdued, yet mantling on thy cheek!<br>M----ve! I mark alone thy beauteous face,<br>But all is nature, dignity, and grace!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HON. MISS MERCER.--HOPNER.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh! hide those tempting eyes, that faultless form,<br>Those looks with feeling and with nature warm;<br>The neck, the softly-swelling bosom hide,<br>Nor, wanton gales, blow the light vest aside;<br>For who, when beauties more than life excite<br>Silent applause, can gaze without delight!<br>But innocence, enchanting maid, is thine;<br>Thine eyes in liquid light unconscious shine;<br>And may thy breast no other feelings prove,<br>Than those of sympathy and mutual love!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">BLIND FIDDLER.--WILKIE.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With mirth unfeigned the cottage chimney rings,<br>Though only vocal with four fiddle-strings:<br>And see, the poor blind fiddler draws his bow,<br>And lifts intent his time-denoting toe;<br>While yonder maid, as blythe as birds in June,<br>You almost hear her whistle to the tune!<br>Hard by, a lad, in imitative guise,<br>Fixed, fiddle-like, the broken bellows plies;<br>Before the hearth, with looks of honest joy,<br>The father chirrups to the chattering boy,<br>And snaps his lifted thumbs with mimic glee,<br>To the glad urchin on his mother's knee!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MORNING.--TURNER.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Up! for the morning shines with welcome ray,<br>And to the sunny seabeach let us stray.<br>What orient hues proclaim the master's hand!<br>How light the wave upon the half-wet sand!<br>How beautiful the sun, as still we gaze,<br>Streams all diffusive through the opening haze!<br>Artist--when to the thunder's pealing sound,<br>Fire mixed with hailstones ran upon the ground,<br>When partial darkness the dread prospect hid,<br>And sole aspired the aged pyramid--<br>Sublimity thy genius seemed to guide<br>O'er Egypt's champaign, desolate and wide;<br>But here delightful beauty reigns alone,<br>And decks the morning scene with graces all her own.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">KESWICK.--SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How shall I praise thee, Beaumont, whose nice skill<br>Can mould the soft and shadowy scene at will;<br>Chastise to harmony each gaudy ray,<br>Simple, yet grand, the mountain scene display;<br>The lake where sober evening seems to sleep,<br>Hills far retiring into umbrage deep;<br>Blend all with classic, pure, poetic taste,<br>And strike the more with forms and colours chaste!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MARKET-DAY.--CALCOT.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Through the wood's maze our eyes delighted stray,<br>To mark the rustics on the market-day.<br>Beneath the branches winds the long white road;<br>Here peeps the rustic cottager's abode;<br>There in the morning sun, the children play,<br>Or the crone creeps along the dusty way.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">SCENE IN FRANCE.--LOUTHERBOURG.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Artist, I own thy genius; but the touch<br>May be too restless, and the glare too much:<br>And sure none ever saw a landscape shine,<br>Basking in beams of such a sun as thine,<br>But felt a fervid dew upon his phiz,<br>And panting cried, O Lord, how hot it is!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">DEATH OF NELSON.--WEST.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Turn to Britannia's triumphs on the main:<br>See Nelson, pale and fainting, 'mid the slain,<br>Whilst Victory sighs, stern in the garb of war,<br>And points through clouds the rocks of Trafalgar!<br>Here cease the strain; but while thy hulls shall ride,<br>Britain, dark shadowing the tumultuous tide,<br>May other Nelsons, on the sanguine main,<br>Guide, like a god, the battle's hurricane;<br>And when the funeral's transient pomp is past,<br>High hung the banner, hushed the battle's blast,<br>May the brave character to ages shine,<br>And Genius consecrate the immortal shrine!</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=William+Lisle+Bowles">William Lisle Bowles</a></strong></div>