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And proud Georgine,—with stately mien,
And glance of calm hauteur,
Who moves—a Grace,—and looks—a queen,
All passionless and pure;
And glance of calm hauteur,
Who moves—a Grace,—and looks—a queen,
All passionless and pure;
And Kate, whose low, melodious tone
Is tuned by Truth and Feeling,
Whose shy yet wistful eyes talk on,
When fear her lips is sealing.
Is tuned by Truth and Feeling,
Whose shy yet wistful eyes talk on,
When fear her lips is sealing.
"From what far country shall I write?"
I ask'd, with pride elated,
"From what rare monument of art
Shall be my letters dated?"
I ask'd, with pride elated,
"From what rare monument of art
Shall be my letters dated?"
Julie toss'd back her locks of light,
With girlish grace and glee,—
"To me from glorious Venice write,
Queen-city of the Sea!"
With girlish grace and glee,—
"To me from glorious Venice write,
Queen-city of the Sea!"
"And thou, Georgine?" Her dark eyes flash'd,—
"Ah! date to me your lines
From some proud palace, where the pomp
Of olden Honor shines!"
"Ah! date to me your lines
From some proud palace, where the pomp
Of olden Honor shines!"
