Here you will find the Poem Ode to a Young Lady of poet William Shenstone
[Somewhat Too Solicitious about Her Manner of Expression] Survey, my fair! that lucid stream, Adown the smiling valley stray; Would Art attempt, or Fancy dream, To regulate its winding way? So pleas'd I view thy shining hair In loose dishevell'd ringlets flow: Not all thy art, not all thy care, Can there one single grace bestow. Survey again that verdant hill, With native plants enamell'd o'er; Say, can the painter's utmost skill Instruct one flower to please us more? As vain it were, with artful dye To change the bloom thy cheeks disclose; And oh may Laura, ere she try, With fresh vermilion paint the rose. Hark how the wood-lark's tuneful throat Can every study'd grace excel; Let Art constrain the rambling note, And will she, Laura, please so well? Oh ever keep thy native ease, By no pedantic law confin'd! For Laura's voice is form'd to please, So Laura's words be not unkind.