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The husband's to their old age, |
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In her headdress, and the cross-pins, with their six jewels; |
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Easy and elegant in her movements; |
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[Stately] as a mountain, [majestic]as a river, |
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Well beseeming her pictured robes: -- |
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[But] with your want of virtue, O lady, |
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What have you to do with these things? |
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How rich and splendid |
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Is her pleasant-figured robe! |
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Her black hair in masses like clouds, |
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No false locks does she descend to. |
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There are her ear-plugs of jade, |
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Her comb-pin of ivory, |
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And her high forehead, so white. |
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She appears like a visitant from heaven! |
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She appears like a goddess! |
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How rich and splendid |
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Is her robe of state! |
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It is worn over the finest muslin of dolichos, |
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The more cumbrous and warm garment being removed. |
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Clear are her eyes; fine is her forehead; |
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Full are her temples. |
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Ah! such a woman as this! |
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The beauty of the country! |