A Little Treasury of Love Poems, from Chaucer to Dylan Thomas |
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... Your lips that seem on roses fed , Your breasts , where Cupid's tumbling lies Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed :A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours , A breath that softer music speaks Than summer winds ...
... Your lips that seem on roses fed , Your breasts , where Cupid's tumbling lies Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed :A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours , A breath that softer music speaks Than summer winds ...
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All this world's riches that may far be found : If sapphires , lo ! her eyes be sapphires plain ; If rubies , lo ! her lips be rubies sound ; If pearls , her teeth be pearls , both pure and round ; If ivory , her forehead ivory ween ...
All this world's riches that may far be found : If sapphires , lo ! her eyes be sapphires plain ; If rubies , lo ! her lips be rubies sound ; If pearls , her teeth be pearls , both pure and round ; If ivory , her forehead ivory ween ...
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HER LIPS LADY , when I behold the roses sprouting , Which clad in damask mantles deck the arbours , And then behold your lips where sweet love harbours , My eyes present me with a double doubting : For , viewing both alike , hardly my ...
HER LIPS LADY , when I behold the roses sprouting , Which clad in damask mantles deck the arbours , And then behold your lips where sweet love harbours , My eyes present me with a double doubting : For , viewing both alike , hardly my ...
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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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