LADY JANE GREY.

��On seeing a picture representing her engaged in the study of Plato.

��So early wise ! Beauty hath been to thee No traitor-friend to steal the key

Of knowledge from thy mind, Making thee gorgeous to the eye, Flaunting and flushed with vanity, Yet inly blind.

Hark ! the hunting-bugle sounds,

Thy father's park is gay, Stately nobles cheer the hounds,

Soft hands the coursers sway, Haste to the sport, away ! away ! Youth, and mirth, and love, are there, Lingerest thou, fairest of the fair, In thy lone chamber to explore

Ancient Plato's classic lore ?

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