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[Evening threw soberer hue]
Evening threw soberer hueOver the blue sky, and the few
Poplars that grew just in the view
Of the Hall of Sir Hugo de Wynkle:
“Answer me true,” pleaded Sir Hugh,
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“What shall I do, Lady, for you?
'Twill be done, ere your eye may twinkle.
Shall I borrow the wand of a Moorish enchanter,
And bid a decanter contain the Levant, or
The brass from the face of a Mormonite ranter?
Shall I go for the mule of the Spanish Infantar—
(That r, for the sake of the line, we must grant her,)—
And race with the foul fiend, and beat in a canter,
Like that first of equestrians Tam o' Shanter?
I talk not mere banter—say not that I can't, or
By this my first—(a Virginia planter
Sold it me to kill rats)—I will die instanter.”
The Lady bended her ivory neck, and
Whispered mournfully, “Go for—my second.”
She said, and the red from Sir Hugh's cheek fled,
And “Nay,” did he say, as he stalked away
The fiercest of injured men:
“Twice have I humbled my haughty soul,
And on bended knee have I pressed my whole—
But I never will press it again!”
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