Summary

Sentimental reciter (1856)

“ The joy, the pride of an indulgent father,
And in her fifteenth year became a bride,
Marrying an only son, Francesco Doria,
Her playmate from her youth, and her first love.
⁠Just as she looks there in her bridal dress,
She was all gentleness, all gaiety,
Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue.
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Sentimental reciter (1856)

“ Francesco flew to Venice, and embarking,
Flung it away in battle with the Turk.
Donati lived—and long after you might have seen
An old man wandering as in quest of something,
Something he could not find—he knew not what!
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Sentimental reciter (1856)

“ We call’d our neighbours—there she had not been:
We met some wanderers—our’s they had not seen;
We hurried o’er the beach, both north and south,
Then joined and hurried to our haven’s mouth,
Where rush’d the falling waters wildly out;
I scarcely heard the goodman’s fearful shout,
Who saw a something on the billows’ side,
And Heaven have mercy on our sins, he cried,
It is my child—and to the present hour
So he believes that spirits have the power.
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