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A NEW DANAE.

At the pitiful sight he was given to see.

For poor Danae, in a moment of ire,

Had thrown the last novel right into the fire,

And sworn with the tenderest oaths of a maid

She would have her own way, and she wished to be wed.

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She meant she would marry the poor beggar boy;

That her wealth never gave her a moment of joy;

And that love in a cottage, she told her papa,

Was her eminent sphere and her mariner's star.

A mixture of metaphor; well, let that go, -

Young ladies can't always be critics, you know, -

Still it served to express that our fair Danae

Was fully determined to have her own way.

So Zeus, when he called at his recognized hour,

Was received with a tempest in place of a shower,

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