Carracci's strength, Correggio's softer line, Paulo's free stroke, and Titian's warmth divine.

How finish'd with illustrious toil appears This small, well-polished gem, the work of years! *

Yet still how faint by precept is exprest
The living image in the Painter's breast?
Thence endless streams of fair ideas flow,
Strike in the sketch, or in the picture glow;
Thence beauty, waking all her forms, supplies
An Angel's sweetness, or Bridgwater's eyes.

Those tears eternal that embalm the dead:
Call round her tomb each object of desire,
Each purer frame inform'd with purer fire:
Bid her be all that cheers or softens life,
The tender sister, daughter, friend and wife!
Bid her be all that makes mankind adore;
Then view this marble, and be vain no more!

* Fresnoy employed above twenty years in finishing this

Yet still her charms in breathing paint en

gage:

Her modest cheek shall warm a future age. Beauty, frail flower, that every season fears, Blooms in thy colours for a thousand years. Thus Churchill's race shall other hearts sur

prise,

*

And other beauties envy Wortley's eyes,

Each pleasing Blount shall endless smiles be

stow,

And soft Belinda's blush for ever glow.

Oh! lasting as those colours may they shine, Free as thy stroke, yet faultless as thy line! New graces yearly, like thy works display: Soft without weakness, without glaring gay; Led by some rule, that guides, but not constrains;

And finish'd more through happiness than pains!

The kindred Arts shall in their praise conspire, One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre.

* In one of Dr. Warburton's Editions of Pope, by which copy this has been corrected, the name is changed to Worsley. If that reading be not an error of the press, I suppose the poet altered the name after he had quarrelled with lady M. W. Montague, and being offended at her wit, thus revenged himself on her beauty.

M.

Yet should the Graces all thy figures place,
And breathe an air divine on ev'ry face;
Yet should the Muses bid my numbers roll,
Strong as their charm, and gentle as their soul;
With Zeuxis' Helen thy Bridgewater vie,
And these be sung till Granville's Myra die;
Alas! how little from the grave we claim!
Thou but preserv'st a Face, and I a Name.

A

CHRONOLOGICAL LIST

OF

PAINTERS,

FROM THE REVIVAL OF THE ART TO THE BEGINNING

OF THE LAST CENTURY.