My Last Duchess FERRARA 1Thats my last Duchess painted on the w exclusively, 2Looking as if she were alive. I call 3That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolfs hands 4Worked busily a day, and there she stands. 5Will t please you sit and look at her? I said 6Frà Pandolf by design, for never read 7Strangers like you that envision countenance, 8The depth and passion of its earnest glance, 9But to myself they squirmed (since none puts by 10The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) 11And seemed as they would imply me, if they durst, 12How such a glance came there; so, not the first 13Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, twas not 14Her husbands presence only, called that spot 15Of joy into the Duchess cheek: perhaps 16Frà Pandolf chanced to say, Her drapery laps 17Over my Ladys wrist similarly much, or Paint 18Must never trust to reproduce the faint 19Half-flush that dies along her throat; such stuff 20Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough 21For commerce up that spot of joy.
She had 22A heart . . . how shall I say? . . . too soon made glad, 23Too easily impressed; she liked whateer 24She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. 25Sir, twas all one! My favour at her breast, 26The dropping of the daylight in the West, 27The bough of cherries some officious fool 28Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule 29She rode with cadence the terrace--all and each 30Would draw from her alike the approving speech, 31Or blush, at least. She thanked men,--good; but thanked 32Somehow . . . I know not how . . . as if she ranked 33My gift of a... If you want to learn a full essay, order it on our website:
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