Poems, Том 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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... lips Less exquisite than thine . " She look'd but all Suffused with blushes - neither self - possess'd Nor startled , but betwixt this mood and that , Divided in a graceful quiet - paused , And dropt the branch she held , and turning ...
... lips Less exquisite than thine . " She look'd but all Suffused with blushes - neither self - possess'd Nor startled , but betwixt this mood and that , Divided in a graceful quiet - paused , And dropt the branch she held , and turning ...
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... lip to drain thy trouble dry . Baby lips will laugh me down : my latest rival brings thee rest . Baby fingers , waxen touches , press me from the mother's breast . O , the child too clothes the father with a dearness not his due . Half ...
... lip to drain thy trouble dry . Baby lips will laugh me down : my latest rival brings thee rest . Baby fingers , waxen touches , press me from the mother's breast . O , the child too clothes the father with a dearness not his due . Half ...
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... lips , These favour'd lips of mine ; Until the charm have power to make New lifeblood warm the bosom , And barren commonplaces break To full and kindly blossom . I pledge her silent at the board ; Her gradual fingers steal And touch ...
... lips , These favour'd lips of mine ; Until the charm have power to make New lifeblood warm the bosom , And barren commonplaces break To full and kindly blossom . I pledge her silent at the board ; Her gradual fingers steal And touch ...
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