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When painters would by art express Beauty in unloveliness, Thee, Herodias' daughter, thee, They fittest subject take to be. They give thy form and features grace ; But ever in thy beauteous face They shew a steadfast cruel gaze, An eye unpitying; and amaze In all beholders deep they mark, That thou betrayest not one spark Of feeling for the ruthless deed, That did thy praiseful dance succeed. For on the head they make you look, As if a sullen joy you took, A cruel triumph, wicked pride, That for your sport a saint had died.
SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF TWO FEMALES
BY LIONARDO DA VINCI.
The lady Blanch, regardless of all her lovers'
fears, To the Urs’line convent hastens, and long the
Abbess hears. “ O Blanch, my child, repent ye of the courtly
life ye lead." Blanch looked on a rose-bud and little seem'd
to heed. She looked on the rose-bud, she looked round,
and thought On all her heart had whisper'd, and all the Nun
had taught. “ I am worshipped by lovers, and brightly shines “ Nor shall I quickly wither like the rose-bud
“ All Christendom resoundeth the noble Blanch's
from the tree, “ My queen-like graces shining when my beau
ty's gone from me. “ But when the sculptur'd marble is raised o'er
6. And the matchless Blanch lies lifeless among
the noble dead, “ This saintly lady Abbess hath made me justly
fear, " It nothing will avail me that I were wor
ON THE SAME PICTURE BEING REMOVED TO
MAKE PLACE FOR A PORTRAIT OF A LADY
Who art thou, fair one, who usurp’st the place
well. But when I look on thee, I only know There lived a pretty maid some hundred years
ON THE CELEBRATED PICTURE BY LIONARDO
DA VINCI, CALLED THE VIRGIN OF THE
WHILE young John runs to greet