How thought you that this thing could captivate? 
What are those graces that could make her dear, 
Who is not worth the notice of a sneer, 
To rouse the vapid devil of her hate? 
A speech conventional, so void of weight, 
That after it has buzzed about one's ear, 
'Twere rich refreshment for a week to hear 
The dentist babble or the barber prate; 

A hand displayed with many a little art; 
An eye that glances on her neighbor's dress; 
A foot too often shown for my regard; 
An angel's form -- a waiting-woman's heart; 
A perfect-featured face, expressionless, 
Insipid, as the Queen upon a card.

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Poet: Alfred Lord Tennyson
Poem: How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate?

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