"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?" 1897 TO A NINETEENTH CENTURY GIRL. A great-grandmother's bewitching face,
Looks forth from this olden story,
For Love is a master who laughs at place,
And scoffs at both Whig and Tory.
To-day if he comes, as a conqueror may,
To a heart untouched by his flame,
Be loyal as she of the olden day,
That Eighteenth Century dame! |
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