The rich admired, nor Envy’s shafts could fall
On one so angel-good, of form majestical.
III.
As shines the Moon so Isidora shone
’Mid circling maze of many a bright compeer;
Or like the Star that heralds in the dawn,
Dimming the lustre of each splendour near.
Her glance could like Heaven’s dewiest sunbeam cheer,
Her smile was music and her step a song,