When she smiles, I’m all madness;
When she frowns, I’m all sadness;
But she always is smiling, that charming Bignetta!
iii.Charming Bignetta! charming Bignetta!
What a wicked young rogue is charming Bignetta!
She laughs at my shyness,
And flirts with his Highness;
Yet still she is charming, that charming Bignetta!
iv.Charming Bignetta! charming Bignetta!
What a dear little girl is charming Bignetta!
‘Think me only a sister,’
Said she trembling: I kissed her.
What a charming young sister is charming Bignetta!
To choicer music chimed his gay guitar ‘In Este’s Halls,’ yet still his song served its purpose, for it raised a smile.
‘I wrote that for Madame Sapiepha, at the Congress of Verona,’ said Count Frill. ‘It has been thought amusing.’
‘Madame Sapiepha!’ exclaimed the Bird o
