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To show how that she, the queen, Made his fair nothing on the scene: Her rival—hers—language has not a word By woman's ear so utterly abhorr'd. No marvel, for it robs her only part Of sweet dominion—empire o'er the heart.

and his bride have left the hall. Why does that cheek grow pale, that dark eye fall? Why does that lip its wit, its smiling cease?— It only pass'd for beauty's gay caprice. She left the feast—but, oh, not yet alone; Many a cavalier has eager flown Upon her gondola's home course to wait, And sigh farewell at her own palace-gate.