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The present Greek Professor at Cambridge.

TO MARY, ON RECEIVING HER PICTURE.

1.

This faint resemblance of thy charms,

(Though strong as mortal art could give)

My constant heart of fear disarms,

Revives my hopes, and bids me live.

2.

Here I can trace the locks of gold,

Which round thy snowy forehead wave,

The cheeks which sprung from Beauty's mould,

The lips which made me Beauty's slave.

3.

Here I can trace—ah no! that eye,

Whose azure floats in liquid fire,

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Must all the painter's art defy,

And bid him from the task retire.

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