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THE PRINCESS;
 She spoke and turn'd her sumptuous head with eyesOf shining expectation fixt on mine.Then while I dragg'd my brains for such a song,Did Cyril with whom the bell-mouth'd flask had wrought,Or master'd by the sense of sport, beginTo troll a careless, careless tavern-catchOf Moll and Meg, and strange experiencesUnmeet for ladies. Florian nodded at him,I frowning; Psyche flush'd and wann'd and shook;The lilylike Melissa droop'd her brows;'Forbear' the Princess cried; 'Forbear, Sir' I;And heated thro' & thro' with wrath and love,I smote him on the breast; he started up;There rose a shriek as of a city sack'd;Melissa clamour'd 'Flee the death;' 'To horse'Said Lady Ida; and fled at once, as fliesA troop of snowy doves athwart the dusk,When some one batters at the dovecote-doors,Disorderly the women. Alone I stoodWith Florian, cursing Cyril, vext at heart,
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