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A Day at Tunbridge Wells
Peace to a thousand Girls with idiot faces, Whom yet some fools call Goddesses and Graces; Peace to the noisy chatt'ring crew who strive To seem the most transported things alive. Yet let us pay a compliment to W .... d, Ripe as the swelling clusters of the Vineyard, Happy she smiles with inoffensive joy, Happy to dance with Monsieur M . . . . poix. More fools appear and more in plenteous crops, But damn the rest, I'm sick of numb'ring Fops." |
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THE BEAUTIES OF TUNBRIDGE WELLS DESCRIBED, 1759 l
" Compton still shines with bright and sparkling eyes, While at her feet the wounded lover sighs, Like a young rose the cheeks of Powis glow, And Swanton's breast outvies the new fall'n snow. Fine ivory teeth let blooming Crockatt boast. For coral lips M'Kenzie is the toast. Lincoln in shape, Pelham in air excells, And Denbigh's noble mind her glory tells. Beauties in each in different shapes appear, And different charms adorn each lovely fair. But in bright Richmond all the charms you'll find, Of eyes, cheeks, teeth, lips, breast, shape, air, and
mind. Nature join'd these in one, and thus with care, Like Zeuxis' Helen, form'd a finish'd fair." |
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