Ode on the Peace, An - Part 24

Bright painting's living forms shall rise;
And wrapt in Ugolino's woe,
Shall Reynolds wake unbidden sighs;
And Romney's graceful pencil flow,
That Nature's look benign pourtrays,
When to her infant Shakspeare's gaze
The partial nymph " unveil'd her awful face, "
And bade his " colours clear " her features trace.
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