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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Everyday Characters V - Portrait Of A Lady</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IN THE EXHIBITION OP THE ROYAL <br>ACADEMY </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>What are you, Lady ? — nought is here <br>To tell us of your name or story, <br>To claim the gazer's smile or fear. <br>To dub you Whig, or damn you Tory ; <br>It is beyond a poet's skill <br>To form the slightest notion, whether <br>We e'er shall walk through one quadrille. <br>Or look upon one moon together. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You're very pretty! — all the world <br>Are talking of your bright brow's splendour, <br>And of your locks, so softly curled. <br>And of your hands, so white and slender ; <br>Some think you 're blooming in Bengal ; <br>Some say you're blowing in the city; <br>Some know you 're nobody at all : <br>I only feel — you're very pretty. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But bless my heart ! it 's very wrong ; <br>You 're making all our belles ferocious ; <br>Anne 'never saw a chin so long; ' <br>And Laura thinks your dress 'atrocious;' <br>And Lady Jane, who now and then <br>Is taken for the village steeple, <br>Is sure you can't be four feet ten. <br>And 'wonders at the taste of people.' </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Soon pass the praises of a face ; <br>Swift fades the very best vermillion ; <br>Fame rides a most prodigious pace ; <br>Oblivion follows on the pillion; <br>And all who in these sultry rooms <br>To-day have stared, and pushed, and fainted, <br>Will soon forget your pearls and plumes, <br>As if they never had been painted. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You'll be forgotten — as old debts <br>By persons who are used to borrow ; <br>Forgotten — as the sun that sets, <br>When shines a new one on the morrow ; <br>Forgotten — like the luscious peach <br>That blessed the schoolboy last September ; <br>Forgotten — like a maiden speech, <br>Which all men praise, but none remember. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet, ere you sink into the stream <br>That whelms alike sage, saint, and martyr, <br>And soldier's sword, and minstrel's theme. <br>And Canning's wit, and Gatton's charter. <br>Here, of the fortunes of your youth. <br>My fancy weaves her dim conjectures. <br>Which have, perhaps, as much of truth <br>As passion's vows, or Cobbett's lectures. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Was 't in the north or in the south <br>That summer breezes rocked your cradle ? <br>And had you in your baby mouth <br>A wooden or a silver ladle ? <br>And was your first unconscious sleep <br>By Brownie banned, or blessed by Fairy ? <br>And did you wake to laugh or weep ? <br>And were you christened Maud or Mary ? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And was your father called 'your grace' ? <br>And did he bet at Ascot races ? <br>And did he chat at commonplace ? <br>And did he fill a score of places ? <br>And did your lady-mother's charms <br>Consist in picklings, broilings, bastings ? <br>Or did she prate about the arms <br>Her brave forefathers wore at Hastings ? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Where were you finished ? tell me where ! <br>Was it at Chelsea, or at Chiswick ? <br>Had you the ordinary share <br>Of books and backboard, harp and physic? <br>And did they bid you banish pride, <br>And mind your Oriental tinting ? <br>And did you learn how Dido died, <br>And who found out the art of printing? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And are you fond of lanes and brooks — <br>A votary of the sylvan Muses ? <br>Or do you con the little books <br>Which Baron Brougham and Vaux diffuses ? <br>Or do you love to knit and sew — <br>The fashionable world's Arachne ? <br>Or do you canter down the Row <br>Upon a very long-tailed hackney ? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And do you love your brother James ? <br>And do you pet his mares and setters ? <br>And have your friends romantic names ? <br>And do you write them long long letters ? <br>And are you — since the world began <br>All women are — a little spiteful ? <br>And don't you dote on Malibran ? <br>And don't you think Tom Moore delightful ? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I see they've brought you flowers to-day; <br>Delicious food for eyes and noses ; <br>But carelessly you turn away <br>From all the pinks, and all the roses ; <br>Say, is that fond look sent in search <br>Of one whose look as fondly answers ? <br>And is he, fairest, in the Church ? <br>Or is he — ain't he — in the Lancers ? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And is your love a motley page <br>Of black and white, half joy, half sorrow ? <br>Are you to wait till you 're of age ? <br>Or are you to be his to-morrow ? <br>Or do they bid you, in their scorn, <br>Your pure and sinless flame to smother ? <br>Is he so very meanly born ? <br>Or are you married to another ? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Whate'er you are, at last, adieu ! <br>I think it is your bounden duty <br>To let the rhymes I coin for you <br>Be prized by all who prize your beauty. <br>From you I seek nor gold nor fame ; <br>From you I fear no cruel strictures ; <br>I wish some girls that I could name <br>Were half as silent as their pictures !</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=Winthrop+Mackworth+Praed">Winthrop Mackworth Praed</a></strong></div>