Partingtonian patchwork Blifkins the martyr : the domestic trials of a model husband. The modern syntax : Dr. Spooner's experiences in search of the delectable. Partington papers : strippings of the warm milk of human kindness. New and old dips from an unambitious inkstand. Humorous, eccentric, rhythmical |
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2. PART II.
'Twas in the glow of a festal night,
The social fires all burning bright,
The gas turned on to its utmost height,
Bathing the scene in its fullest light;
Sweet Madaline,
The pride of the scene,
The cynosure of enraptured sight
To many a would-be lover,
Sat at the board with her golden hair
In affluent ringlets about her chair,
Catching the whole of the gas-light's glare
That streamed from the jet above her.
Toasted, and flattered, and praised, and pressed,
She caught each word with a fluttering breast;
And many a youthful, manly vest
Swelled at her beauty manifest,
And pulsing hearts, 'neath the glowing test,
The potency of her charms confessed,
With rapturous feeling overblessed
If her eyes in kindness wandered;
And her golden hair a wealth possessed
That bosoms filled with as keen unrest
As any awaked by the golden west,
In auriferous dreams long pondered.
The social fires all burning bright,
The gas turned on to its utmost height,
Bathing the scene in its fullest light;
Sweet Madaline,
The pride of the scene,
The cynosure of enraptured sight
To many a would-be lover,
Sat at the board with her golden hair
In affluent ringlets about her chair,
Catching the whole of the gas-light's glare
That streamed from the jet above her.
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She caught each word with a fluttering breast;
And many a youthful, manly vest
Swelled at her beauty manifest,
And pulsing hearts, 'neath the glowing test,
The potency of her charms confessed,
With rapturous feeling overblessed
If her eyes in kindness wandered;
And her golden hair a wealth possessed
That bosoms filled with as keen unrest
As any awaked by the golden west,
In auriferous dreams long pondered.
Around her chair
Her votaries there
Hung entranced her joy to share
In each luxurious minute;
Already had passed the season of cream,
And trifles sweet as a maiden's dream,
And small talk ran like a babbling stream,
When, a moment's hush,
A push and a rush,
And then there came a mellifluous scream,
Like the angry note of a linnet!
No one could tell the reason why,
But 'twas Madaline's cry, and Madaline's eye
That looked around on the standers-by
With the fiercest temper in it!
Her votaries there
Hung entranced her joy to share
In each luxurious minute;
Already had passed the season of cream,
And trifles sweet as a maiden's dream,
And small talk ran like a babbling stream,
When, a moment's hush,
A push and a rush,
And then there came a mellifluous scream,
Like the angry note of a linnet!
No one could tell the reason why,
But 'twas Madaline's cry, and Madaline's eye
That looked around on the standers-by
With the fiercest temper in it!
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