Lines Sent With Some Indian Rouge To Miss W----

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Title:     Lines Sent With Some Indian Rouge To Miss W----
Author: Sir John Carr [More Titles by Carr]

Go, faithless bloom! on Delia's cheek
Your boasted captivations try;
Alas! o'er Nature would you seek
To 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 spread
Your vermeil hue, tell her ingenuous heart,
'Tis the first time she ever practis'd art.

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Sir John Carr's poem: Lines Sent With Some Indian Rouge To Miss W----

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