My Last Duchess

• (since none puts by the curtain i have drawn for you, but I)
• She had A heart how shall i say? too soon made glad
• as is she ranked My gift of a nine hundred years old name with anybody's gift
• this grew; gave commands Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands as if alive
• though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed At starting, is my object
• Notice Neptune, though taming a sea-horse