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Chaste Muse!—well,—if you must, you must)—the veil

Thrown back a moment with the glancing hand,

While the o'erpowering eye, that turns you pale,

Flashes into the heart:—All sunny land

Of Love! when I forget you, may I fail

To——say my prayers—but never was there planned

A dress through which the eyes give such a volley,

Excepting the Venetian Fazzioli.98