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The supplicator being an amateur ;
Were angry--as they well might, to be sure,
Lord Henry at his table should endure ;
That he the night before had seen a ghost ;.
With the substantial company engross'd By matter, and so much materialised,
That one scarce knew at what to marvel most Of two things—how (the question rather odd is) Such bodies could have souls, or souls such bodies.
From all the 'squires and 'squiresses around,
Especially as he had been renown'd For some vivacity among the fair,
Even in the country circle's narrow bound(For little things upon my lord's estate Were good small talk for others still less great)
And something like a smile upon her cheek.
In those who rarely smile, their smile bespeaks
Smile of Aurora's there was nought to pique
XCIII. ’T was a mere quiet smile of contemplation,
Indicative of some surprise and pity; And Juan grew carnation with vexation,
Which was not very wise and still less witty, Since he had gain’d at least her observation,
A most important outwork of the cityAs Juan should have known, had not his senses By last night's ghost been driven from their defences.
Nor seem embarrass’d-quite the contrary ;
I know not; but her colour ne'er was highThough sometimes faintly flush'd—and always clear As deep seas in a sunny atmosphere.
This day; and watching, witching, condescending
And dignity with courtesy so blending,
(Especially as the sixth year is ending)
And usual, Juan—when he cast a glance
Which she went through as though it were a dance (Betraying only now and then her soul
By a look scarce perceptibly askance
By turns—with that vivacious versatility,
They err-'t is merely what is callid mobility,
Though seeming so, from its supposed facility ;
Heroes sometimes, though. seldom—sages never ;
Little that 's great, but much of what is clever ;
Though all Exchequer Chancellors endeavour,
XCIX. The poets of arithmetic are they
Who, though they prove not two and two to be Five, as they would do in a modest way,
Have plainly made it out that four are three,
The Sinking Fund's unfathomable sea,
The fair Fitz-Fulke seem'd very much at ease ;
Her laughing blue eyes with a glance could seize The ridicules of people in all places
The evening also waned—and coffee came.
And curtseying off, as curtsies country dame, Retired : with most unfashionable bows
Their docile esquires also did the same,
The warmth of her politeness, whose sincerity
Whose traits were radiant with the rays of verity. Yes, she was truly worthy her high place! No one could
her deserved prosperity ; And then her dress—what beautiful simplicity Draperied her form with curious felicity!'
By an impartial indemnification
In a most edifying conversation,
upon their late guests' miens and faces, And families, even to the last relation; Their hideous wives, their horrid selves and dresses, And truculent distortion of their tresses.
CIV. True, she said little-—'t was the rest that broke
Forth into universal epigram; But then ’t was to the purpose what she spoke :
Like Addison's “ faint praise” so wont to damn, Her own but served to set off every joke,
As music chimes in with a melodrame.
Skirmish of wits o'er the departed; one,
And Juan too, in general behind none
Sate silent now, his usual spirits gone :
CVI. 'T is true he saw Aurora look as though
She approved his silence; she perhaps mistook Its motive for that charity we owe,
But seldom pay the absent, nor would look
CVII. The ghost at least had done him this much good,
In making him as silent as a ghost, If in the circumstances which ensued
He gain'd esteem where it was worth the most, And certainly Aurora had renew'd
In him some feelings he had lately lost
The unbounded hope, and heavenly ignorance Of what is callid the world, and the world's ways;
The moments when we gather from a glance More joy than from all future pride or praise,
Which kindle manhood, but can ne'er entrance The heart in an existence of its own, Of which another's bosom is the zone.
That hath a memory, or that had a heart?
Ray fades on ray, as years on years depart. Anacreon only had the soul to tie an
Unwithering myrtle round the unblunted dart Of Eros : but, though thou hast play'd us many tricks, Still we respect thee, “ Alma Venus Genitrix !"
Heaving between this world and worlds beyond,
Arrived, retired to his; but to despond
Waved o'er his couch; he meditated, fond
Saving his night-gown, which is an undress;
In short, he hardly could be clothed with less ; But, apprehensive of his spectral guest,
He sate, with feelings awkward to express (By those who have not had such visitations), Expectant of the ghost's fresh operations.
I see-I see—Ah, no ! 't is not yet ’t is-
The devil may take that stealthy pace of his !
Or tiptoe of an amatory Miss,
It is the sable friar as before,
Or (as rhymes may be in these days) much more,
When deep sleep fell on men, and the world wore The starry darkness round her like a girdle Splangled with gems—the monk made his blood curdle.