When Julia sate within as pretty a bower
As e'er held houri in that heathenish heaven
Described by Mahomet, and Anacreon Moore,[57]
To whom the lyre and laurels have been given,
With all the trophies of triumphant song—
He won them well, and may he wear them long!
CV.
She sate, but not alone; I know not well
How this same interview had taken place,
And even if I knew, I should not tell—