text_original: XV. Lone in her chamber sate the dark ey'd maid, By easy stages jaunting thro' her pray'rs, But list'ning side long to a serenade, That robb'd the saints a little of their shares; For Julio underneath the lattice play'd His Deh Vieni, and such amorous airs, Born only underneath Italian skies, Where every fiddle has a Bridge of Sighs. XVI.
text_transcription: FIFTEEN LONE IN HER CHAMBER SATE THE DARK EYED MAID BY EASY STAGES JAUNTING THROUGH HER PRAYERS BUT LISTENING SIDELONG TO A SERENADE THAT ROBBED THE SAINTS A LITTLE OF THEIR SHARES FOR JULIA UNDERNEATH THE LATTICE PLATE HIS DEVIENI AND SUCH AMOROUS AIRS BORN ONLY UNDERNEATH ITALIAN SKIES WHERE EVERY FIDDLE HAS A BRIDGE OF SIZE SIXTE
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