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my wearied heart within me sinks,
 * To think that I must be so near allied
 * To a cold dullard fay,—ah, woe betide!
 * Ah, fairest of all human loveliness!
 * Sweet Bertha! what crime can it be to glide
 * About the fragrant plaitings of thy dress,

Or kiss thine eyes, or count thy locks, tress after tress?"


 * Half lidded, piteous, languid, innocent;
 * But, in a wink, their splendor they regain'd,
 * Sparkling revenge with amorous fury blent.
 * Love thwarted in bad temper oft has vent:
 * He rose, he stampt his foot, he rang the bell,
 * And order'd some death-warrants to be sent
 * For signature:—somewhere the tempest fell,

As many a poor fellow does not live to tell.


 * A fay of color, slave from top to toe,
 * Sent as a present, while yet under age,
 * From the Viceroy of Zanguebar,—wise, slow,
 * His speech, his only words were "yes" and "no,"
 * But swift of look, and foot, and wing was he,)—
 * "At the same time, Eban, this instant go
 * To Hum the soothsayer, whose name I see

Among the fresh arrivals in our empery.