The lips, where Eloquence presides;—
The cheek with Beauty’s roses bright;
The breast, where Passion darkly hides;
The Warrior’s pride, the Cynic’s sneer,
From Nature’s book are copied here!
Painting her meed of praise may claim
From Fame’s proud trump or Minstrel’s lyre,
And around sculpture’s gifted name
May burn the poet’s words of fire;
But Tussaud! Both these arts divine