. The Buntling ball, a Græco-American play; being a poetical satire on New York society . , we declare, A more exquisite air Than our darling, our pet, and our paragon. More supple than willow or hickoryWhen trained by the bow-bearers trickery, Thy feet can explore The expanse of the floorIn a style that would startle Terpsicboi h maiden is fondly insatiate Herself in thy heart to ingratiate, And all of OUT clique( mid continue a u n thy personal chai :patiatc 74 THE BUNTLING BALL. Chorus of , O girls, your daring song,Full of adulation madFor the nimble-footed ladWhom your f
. The Buntling ball, a Græco-American play; being a poetical satire on New York society . , we declare, A more exquisite air Than our darling, our pet, and our paragon. More supple than willow or hickoryWhen trained by the bow-bearers trickery, Thy feet can explore The expanse of the floorIn a style that would startle Terpsicboi h maiden is fondly insatiate Herself in thy heart to ingratiate, And all of OUT clique( mid continue a u n thy personal chai :patiatc 74 THE BUNTLING BALL. Chorus of , O girls, your daring song,Full of adulation madFor the nimble-footed ladWhom your fulsome praises on your dainty throng,Well we mark you sneer and pout;Well we know ye scorn and floutThem that now severely , ye deem, our eyes would seeIn the form of Filigree,If twere not our doom to mopeFar from his approving glance,Everlastingly deniedAny little spark of hopeThat his feet will pause besideUs whom no one asks to have ye judged perchance;Yet the lonely wall-flowers brood,In their sad neglected stateOf perpetual solitude;. 76 THE BUNTLING BALE Oft they muse and cogitate On the conduct bold and rude Of the belles more fortunate. Oft they make their murmur low At your sentiments imbued With such artificial glow. Ah, we lonely wall-flowers guess All your schemes, astute and shrewd, All the deep, deceptive wiles, All the Machiavellian smiles That accomplish your success, Leaning limp against the wall, With no gardener at all To relieve our irksome lot. Fain our tendrils would incline With dependence feminine Toward some stout supporting bole ; Yet we may secure it not, And the yearning must control Of each disappointed soul. Never may the wall-flower tell, THE BUNTUNG Though she ponder many by what peculiar spell She is unlike other flowers; Never may she learn the whence Of such doleful difference. Though she strive with all her powers, Never may she bea belle! This alone she understands, While the seasons run
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