There was the Duke of Dash, who was a—duke,
“Aye, every inch a” duke; there were twelve peers
Like Charlemagne’s—and all such peers in look
And intellect, that neither eyes nor ears
For commoners had ever them mistook.
There were the six Miss Rawbolds—pretty dears!
All song and sentiment; whose hearts were set
Less on a convent than a coronet.