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Carrying bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, / Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves / With all the careless and high-stepping grace, / And the extravagant courtesan's thin face.
Was slimmer waist e'er in a ball-room wooed? / Her floating robe, in royal amplitude, / Palls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod / With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod.