Here you will find the Poem Portrait Of A Lady. By Sir Thomas Lawrence of poet Letitia Elizabeth Landon
LADY , thy lofty brow is fair, Beauty's sign and seal are there; And thy lip is like the rose Closing round the bee's repose; And thine eye is like a star, But blue as the sapphires' are. Beautiful patrician! thou Wearest on thy stately brow All that suits a noble race, All of high-born maiden's grace,-- Who is there could look on thee And doubt thy nobility? Round thee satin robe is flung, Pearls upon thy neck are hung, And upon thy arm of snow Rubies like red sun-gifts glow; Yet thou wearest pearl and gem As thou hadst forgotten them.-- 'Tis a step, but made to tread O'er Persian web, or flower's head,-- Soft hand that might only move In the broider'd silken glove,-- Cheek unused to ruder air Than what hot-house rose might bear,-- One whom nature only meant To be queen of the tournament,-- Courtly fete, and lighted hall,-- Grace and ornament of all!
