THE LAMENT OF ARIADNE
The graceful Greek, with gem-bright hair,
Her garments rent, and rent the air;
"What a tearing rage she was in!" said old Growling in an under-tone.
With sobs and sighs
And tearful eyes,
Like fountain fair of Helicon!
"Oh, thunder and lightning!" growled the doctor, who pulled a letter out of his pocket, and began to scribble on the blank portions of it, with the stump of a blunt pencil, which he very audibly sucked, to enable it to make a mark.
For ah, her lover false was gone!
The fickle brave,