. Whims and oddities : in prose and verse. lack Venetian bark,Rowd slow and stealthily—the hour, eleven, Just sounding from the towr of old St. Mark. 218 bianca\s dream. She sate with eyes turnd quietly to heavn,Perchance rejoicing in the grateful darkThat veild her blushing cheek,—for Julio brought herOf course—to break the ice upon the water. XX VII I. But what a puzzle is ones serious mindTo open;—oysters, when the ice is thick, Are not so difficult and disinclind;And Julio felt the declaration stick About his throat in a most awful kind;However, he contrived by bits to pick His trouble for
. Whims and oddities : in prose and verse. lack Venetian bark,Rowd slow and stealthily—the hour, eleven, Just sounding from the towr of old St. Mark. 218 bianca\s dream. She sate with eyes turnd quietly to heavn,Perchance rejoicing in the grateful darkThat veild her blushing cheek,—for Julio brought herOf course—to break the ice upon the water. XX VII I. But what a puzzle is ones serious mindTo open;—oysters, when the ice is thick, Are not so difficult and disinclind;And Julio felt the declaration stick About his throat in a most awful kind;However, he contrived by bits to pick His trouble forth,—much like a rotten cork Gropd from a long-neckd bottle with a fork. XXIX. But love is still the quickest of all readers; And Julio spent besides those signs profuseThat English telegraphs and foreign pleaders, In help of language, are so apt to use,Amis, shoulders, fingers, all were interceders, Nods, shrugs, and bends,—Bianca could not chooseBut soften to his suit with more facility,He told his story with so much A SPECIAL PLEADER. biancas dream. 221 XXX. 11 Be thou my park, and I will be thy dear, (So he began at last to speak or quote ;)Be thou my bark, and I thy gondolier, (For passion takes this figurative note;)Be thou my light, and I thy chandelier; Be thou my dove, and I will be thy cote:My lily be, and I will be thy river;Be thou my life—and I will be thy liver. XXXI. This, with more tender logic of the kiud,He pourd into her small and shell-like ear, That timidly against his lips inclind -r Meanwhile her eyes glancd on the silver sphere That even now began to steal behind A dewy vapour, which was lingering near, Wherein the dull moon crept all dim and pale, Just like a virgin putting on the veil: — XXXII. Bidding adieu to all her sparks—the stars, That erst had wood and worshipped in her train, Saturn and Hesperus, and gallant Mars—Never to flirt with heavenly eyes again. 222 biancas dream. Meanwhile, remindful of the convent bars,Bia
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