Have faces flusht with more exalted charms ; The sun, that rolls his chariot o'er their heads Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks : Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget The pale, unripen'd beauties of the north. Crito; or a Dialogue on beauty, by Sir Harry Beaumont, i.e. the Rev. Joseph ... - Page 51 by Robert Dodsley - 1761 Full view -
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