LINESSENT WITH SOME INDIAN ROUGE TO MISS W——.Go, faithless bloom! on Delia’s cheekYour boasted captivations try;Alas! o’er Nature would you seekTo gain one moment’s victory?Her softer tint, sweet look, and gentle air,Shall prove you’re but a vain intruder there.But go, display your charms and taste;Soon shall you blush a richer red,To find your mimic pow’r surpass’d;And, whilst upon her cheek you spreadYour vermeil hue, tell her ingenuous heart,’Tis the first time she ever practis’d art.
Go, faithless bloom! on Delia’s cheekYour boasted captivations try;Alas! o’er Nature would you seekTo gain one moment’s victory?Her softer tint, sweet look, and gentle air,Shall prove you’re but a vain intruder there.But go, display your charms and taste;Soon shall you blush a richer red,To find your mimic pow’r surpass’d;And, whilst upon her cheek you spreadYour vermeil hue, tell her ingenuous heart,’Tis the first time she ever practis’d art.