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L'ETIQUETTE.
Never one in your kingdom, my queen,
Who stands in your presence serene,
Would take the first step less or more,
Or pose otherwise on the floor,
Or bend a whit deeper the knee,
Or speak but as low as can be,
And then at your royal command;
And never a lord in the land
Would stir the fine blade in its sheath,
Or a marchioness rustle her wreath,
Or a page grow too lean or too stout
For fear of an exile, no doubt.
And yet I remember the first
Thro' order and system to burst,
Old freedom of ways to reclaim,
Was that blithe little fellow who came
To the arras majestic one day,
In his lace and his velvet array,
And rioted gallantly round,
And talked of his horse and his hound,
And gave milord's buckler a clang
And leaped o'er the marbles, and sang,
And laughed in barbarian glee,
Disturbing your stately levee;—
Till the horrified ladies came down
And bore him away, at your frown.
Who stands in your presence serene,
Would take the first step less or more,
Or pose otherwise on the floor,
Or bend a whit deeper the knee,
Or speak but as low as can be,
And then at your royal command;
And never a lord in the land
Would stir the fine blade in its sheath,
Or a marchioness rustle her wreath,
Or a page grow too lean or too stout
For fear of an exile, no doubt.
And yet I remember the first
Thro' order and system to burst,
Old freedom of ways to reclaim,
Was that blithe little fellow who came
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In his lace and his velvet array,
And rioted gallantly round,
And talked of his horse and his hound,
And gave milord's buckler a clang
And leaped o'er the marbles, and sang,
And laughed in barbarian glee,
Disturbing your stately levee;—
Till the horrified ladies came down
And bore him away, at your frown.
That was a twelvemonth ago.
You sit there as placid as snow:
In ease and politeness and state,
The court holds its doings of late,
With nothing to vex with a qualm
That formal, respectable calm.
Patrician reproofs are forgot,
Since further ill-doers are not.
You sit there as placid as snow:
In ease and politeness and state,
The court holds its doings of late,
With nothing to vex with a qualm
That formal, respectable calm.
Patrician reproofs are forgot,
Since further ill-doers are not.
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Liege lady! say, what would you give
Henceforward as long as you live,
For the roguish soft clutch at your hair,
The capers and curvets in air,
The laughter's wild musical flow,
That you frowned at a twelvemonth ago?
Henceforward as long as you live,
For the roguish soft clutch at your hair,
The capers and curvets in air,
The laughter's wild musical flow,
That you frowned at a twelvemonth ago?
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