To her sweet manners and accomplished mind;
Each rival fair the palm of love resign’d.
How blest her sweet society to share!
To mark the ringlets of her flowing hair;[19]
Her gentle accents—her complacent mien!—
Supreme in charms, she looks—she reigns a queen!
That alabaster form—that graceful neck
How do the cygnets down and whiteness deck?—
How does that aspect shame the cheer of day;
When summer suns their brightest beams display.