No—laugh she could not; still, the more she sought
To hide her thoughts, the more of his she caught.
A hundred times she had these pictures named,
And never felt perplex’d, disturb’d, ashamed;
Yet now the feelings of a lad so young
Call’d home her thoughts and paralysed her tongue.
She pass’d the offensive pictures silent by, 410
With one reflecting, self-reproving sigh;
Reasoning, how habit will the mind entice
To approach and gaze upon the bounds of vice,