Chapter 68 of 372 · 61 words · ~1 min read

XI.

They've pretty faces yet, those same Venetians, Black eyes, arched brows, and sweet expressions still; Such as of old were copied from the Grecians, In ancient arts by moderns mimicked ill; And like so many Venuses of Titian's[198] (The best's at Florence--see it, if ye will,) They look when leaning over the balcony, Or stepped from out a picture by Giorgione,[199]