  “Calypso could not console herself” I PLACE thee back upon the shelf, O FÉnelon, how scant thy knowledge, Who seemed as Solomon himself To me, a callow youth at college! No need to say thou wert a priest; No need to own that I am human; Mine this advantage is—at least I’ve learned the alphabet of Woman. And yet but half the truth is told: I do thee wrong, sagacious Mentor,— Calypso could not be consoled Until another man was sent her! James Jeffrey Roche. |
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