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So said, one minute’s while his eyes remain’d

Half lidded, piteous, languid, innocent;

But, in a wink, their splendour they regain’d,

Sparkling revenge with amorous fury blent.

Love thwarted in bad temper oft has vent:

He rose, he stampt his foot, he rang the bell,

And order’d some death-warrants to be sent

For signature:⁠—somewhere the tempest fell,

As many a poor fellow does not live to tell.