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The poet speaks but to her dead ears no more The sleek throat is gone — and the breast that was troubled to listen Shadow from door Therefore I will not praise your knees nor your fine walking Telling you men shall remember your name as ...
The poet speaks but to her dead ears no more The sleek throat is gone — and the breast that was troubled to listen Shadow from door Therefore I will not praise your knees nor your fine walking Telling you men shall remember your name as ...
Page 214
UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST HAVE ye beheld ( with much delight ) A red rose peeping through a white ? Or else a cherry ( double grac'd ) Within a lily ? Centre plac'd ? Or ever mark'd the pretty beam , A strawberry shows half ...
UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST HAVE ye beheld ( with much delight ) A red rose peeping through a white ? Or else a cherry ( double grac'd ) Within a lily ? Centre plac'd ? Or ever mark'd the pretty beam , A strawberry shows half ...
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... black branches of the wood ; And now , being tired , Being tired now and worn enough for rest , Would it not be safe , would it not be very good Tonight , to find it in your breast , In your wise breast where this is understood ?
... black branches of the wood ; And now , being tired , Being tired now and worn enough for rest , Would it not be safe , would it not be very good Tonight , to find it in your breast , In your wise breast where this is understood ?
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Contents
SONG | 7 |
GO LOVELY ROSE Edmund Waller | 8 |
THE NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYES F W Bourdillon | 14 |
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