Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 542
le devoutly to cry, Yet richer than Croesus, my darling, am I,And blessed with the dearest of blisses! Oh, noble ! Oh, brave ! And impassioned, though hoarse,He poured out his feelings with fervor and force(And they sounded much finer in Latin, of course)Until Tullia stopped him with kisses. Then… … Her hand in his own, little Tullia skipped,And at times in the trail of his toga she tripped,But he didnt mind that; and a bite of her bunShe gave him, a plummy and generous one ;And they chattered and laughed and had just as much funAs any papa, be he peasant or earl,May have, if he likes, with…
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