The great Alps, rounding grandly o’er,
Huge arc, to the Dalmatian shore?
Sp. This rather stupid place, to-day,
It’s true, is most extremely gay;
And rightly—the Assunzione
Was always a gran’ funzione.
Di. What is this persecuting voice that haunts me?
What? whence? of whom? How am I to detect?
Myself or not myself? My own bad thoughts,
Or some external agency at work,