oss with handles,
And the Duke's guard brings up the rear, for the better prevention of scandals:
_Bang-whang-whang_ goes the drum, _tootle-te-tootle_ the fife.
Oh, a day in the city square, there is no such pleasure in life!

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A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S

Oh Galuppi, deg. Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! deg.1
I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind;
But altho' I take your meaning, 'tis with such a heavy mind!

Here you come with your old music, and here's all the good it brings.
What, they lived once thus at Venice where the merchants were the kings,
Where St. Mark's deg. is, where the Doges used to wed the sea with rings deg.? deg.6

Ay, because the sea's the street there; and 'tis arched by ... what you call
... Shylock's bridge deg. with houses on it, where they kept the carnival: deg.8
I was never out of England--it's as if I saw it all.

Did young people take their pleasure when the sea was warm in May? 10
Balls and masks begun at midnight, burning ever to mid-day,
When they make up fresh adventures for the morrow, do you say?

Was a lady such a lady, cheeks so round and lips so red,--
On her neck the small face buoyant, like a bell-flower on its bed,
O'er the breast's superb abundance where a man might base his head?

Well, and it was graceful of them: they'd break talk off and afford
--She, to bite her mask's black velvet--he, to finger on his sword,
While you sat and played Toccatas, stately at the clavichord deg.? deg.18

What? Those lesser thirds deg. so plaintive, sixths deg. diminished sigh on sigh, deg.19
Told them something? Those suspensions, deg. those solutions deg.--"Must we die?" deg.20
Those commiserating sevenths deg.--"Life might last! we can but try!" deg.21

"Were you happy?"--"Yes."--"And are you still as happy?"--"Yes. And you?"
--"Then, more kisses !"--"Did _I_ stop them, when, a million seemed so few?"
Hark, the dominant's persistence till it must be answered to!

So, an octave struck the answer. Oh, they praised you, I dare say!
"Brave Galuppi! that was music! good alike at grave and gay!
I can always leave off talking when I hear a master play!"

Then they left you for their pleasure: till in due time, one by one,
Some with lives that came to nothing, some with deeds as well undone,
Death, stepped tacitly and took them where they