Poems By William Bell Scott. Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. Illustrated by Seventeen Etchings by the Author and L. Alma Tadema |
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Within her lips my mistress, then a child,
Held up a crumb to her caged bird; and I,
A stripling, very awkwardly stood by,
Lost in presentiment;—was't but a mild
Girl's coquetry, and was my heart beguiled?
Or was it earnest of the days to be,
When I too, like that linnet, no more free,
By those dear lips am fed and reconciled?
Held up a crumb to her caged bird; and I,
A stripling, very awkwardly stood by,
Lost in presentiment;—was't but a mild
Girl's coquetry, and was my heart beguiled?
Or was it earnest of the days to be,
When I too, like that linnet, no more free,
By those dear lips am fed and reconciled?
A crumb of bread sometimes—the bread of life,
And sometimes but a worthless sugarplum,
To her new slave those rounded lips present,
Now very gently, then in well-feigned strife;
Beforehand I can't tell what next may come,
So I look forward, very well content.
And sometimes but a worthless sugarplum,
To her new slave those rounded lips present,
Now very gently, then in well-feigned strife;
Beforehand I can't tell what next may come,
So I look forward, very well content.
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