She describes a public dancer, as:[2] Moving as if her element were air, And music was the echo of her step; and there are many other lines noticeable for a picturesque beauty or a fine cadence.
In other poems, also, are parts which are much superior to their contexts, as if written in moments of inspiration, and added to in laborious leisure: as the following, from The Diamond Island, which refers to a beautiful place in Lake George:[2] How sweet to stray along thy flowery shore, Where crystals sparkle in the sunny ray; While the red boatman plies his silvery oar To the wild measure of some rustic lay!
and these lines, from an allusion to Athens:[2] Views the broad stadium where the gymnic art Nerved the young arm and energized the heart.
thy powerful hand can save From the destroyer's grasp the noble form, As if the spirit dwelt, still thrilling, warm, In every line and feature of the face, The air majestic, and the simple grace Of flowing robes, which shade, but not conceal, All that the classic chisel would reveal.
These inequalities are characteristic of the larger number of Ware's poems, but there are in her works some pieces marked by a sustained elegance, and deserving of praise for their fancy and feeling as well as for an artist-like finish.