The Buntling ball, a Græco-American play; . hy best bouto?iniere ? For the waltzings of others are unto thine As the worms that glint to the stars that shine; And expressing this tender trifle or that to theeIs worth all the wisdom the ages wear. For winters winnings are not yet over,Nor all that the season of snow secures : 68 THE BUNTLING BALL. The dinners attracting lover to lover,The balls alive with flirtations lures ; And your speeches more soft than flocculent cotton, Whenever delivered are unforgotten, And notwithstanding the guile they cover,Sentence by sentence their spell endures. T
The Buntling ball, a Græco-American play; . hy best bouto?iniere ? For the waltzings of others are unto thine As the worms that glint to the stars that shine; And expressing this tender trifle or that to theeIs worth all the wisdom the ages wear. For winters winnings are not yet over,Nor all that the season of snow secures : 68 THE BUNTLING BALL. The dinners attracting lover to lover,The balls alive with flirtations lures ; And your speeches more soft than flocculent cotton, Whenever delivered are unforgotten, And notwithstanding the guile they cover,Sentence by sentence their spell endures. The glad belle feeds, while her smooth cheekflushes, On language hinting thine ardent suit;The pure faint flame of her being flushes From foot to brow and from brow to foot ;And brow and foot are as one sweet fire,And her heart is filled with a fond desire,While girt of thine arm she gayly rushes Over ball-room floors to bassoon and flute. Florimel Filigree. Maidens, what do ye singing? Wherefore singThus jocundly in praise of my poor self?. 7© THE BUNTLING BALL. Chorus of of praise we bring to thee,Worthy to mantle and cling to thee, Songs we uplift As thy merited rejoice while we loyally sing to thee. Florimel , maidens, though blind fate has wrought me thus,With hyacinthine locks on stainless brow;Though tailoring adroit has helped my shapeTo show its utmost manly majesties,Why therefore should ye rather seek my noteThan that of others, wealthier if less fair ? Chorus of cannot assert we would deign for theeSuch choice as we now entertain for thee, If thine income were less Than we venture to guessIts absolute annual gain forthee. THE BUNTLING BALL. 71 Florimel like me then for nothing save my storeOf miserable lucre ! Woe is me ! Chorus of for this do we like thee exclusively,Though pelf we regard not illusively ; Our opinion exalts Thy superb way to waltz,While we grant that we laud it effusively. Florim
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