Sweet in its passion, holy in its mirth—

And lo! a light gleamed through each noble line,

The wind crooned softly, starways seemed to shine—

That poem—was divine.

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Queen Elizabeth

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She would dance a Coranto, that the French Ambassador, hidden behind a curtain, might report her sprightliness to his master.—Greene. 

Greene.

So Elizabeth danced

And the guest was entranced

As she tripped the Coranto, and curtseyed and swayed

In a robe of rich stuff,

Jewelled slashings and ruff,

And a stomacher stiff, thick with pearlings and braid.

Ho! he peeped round the curtain,

'Tis perfectly certain

Enraptured of mien

At the tiptoeing Queen,

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