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Teachers & SchoolsSection I (Lines 1-13)
THAT’S my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive.
I call
That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will’t please you sit and look at her?
I said
"Frà Pandolf" by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus.
Sir, ’twas not
Her husband’s presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: