1That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,2 notes
2Looking as if she were alive. I call1 note
3That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf's hands1 note
4Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
5Will't please you sit and look at her? I said1 note
6"Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read
7Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
8The depth and passion of its earnest glance,1 note
9But to myself they turned (since none puts by
10The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)1 note
11And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
12How such a glance came there; so, not the first
13Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not1 note
14Her husband's presence only, called that spot
15Of joy into the Duchess' cheek; perhaps1 note
16Fra Pandolf chanced to say, "Her mantle laps
17Over my lady's wrist too much," or "Paint
18Must never hope to reproduce the faint
19Half-flush that dies along her throat"; such stuff1 note
20Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
21For calling up that spot of joy. She had
22A heart - how shall I say? - too soon made glad,2 notes
23Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er
24She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.1 note
25Sir, 'twas all one! My favor at her breast,1 note
26The dropping of the daylight in the West,
27The bough of cherries some officious fool1 note
28Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
29She rode with round the terrace - all and each
30Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
31Or blush, at least. She thanked men - good! but thanked1 note
32Somehow - I know not how - as if she ranked1 note
33My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name1 note
34With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame1 note
35This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
36In speech - (which I have not) - to make your will1 note
37Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this
38Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
39Or there exceed the mark" - and if she let
40Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
41Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,
42- E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose1 note
43Never to stoop. Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt,1 note
44Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without
45Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;2 notes
46Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands1 note
47As if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meet1 note
48The company below, then. I repeat,
49The Count your master's known munificence
50Is ample warrant that no just pretense
51Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;1 note
52Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed
53At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go1 note
54Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
55Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,1 note
56Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!1 note