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101
A SONG
[Give me to hold]
Give me to hold
That lovely, lovely hand,
Violet-veined and lily-white,
Fairest in the land!
Give me to hold
That lovely, lovely hand;
For Cupid, pouting, swears that he
Lipped none so soft in Arcady.
That lovely, lovely hand,
Violet-veined and lily-white,
Fairest in the land!
Give me to hold
That lovely, lovely hand;
For Cupid, pouting, swears that he
Lipped none so soft in Arcady.
Give me to kiss
That honied, honied mouth,
Cupid-curved and tremulous,
Spicier than the South!
Give me to kiss
That honied, honied mouth,
And I will count Apollo's joy,
Had Daphne stumbled, but a toy!
That honied, honied mouth,
Cupid-curved and tremulous,
Spicier than the South!
Give me to kiss
That honied, honied mouth,
And I will count Apollo's joy,
Had Daphne stumbled, but a toy!
102
Give me to share
That haunting, haunting breast
Snow allied with lavender,
Resting-place of Rest!
Give me to share
That haunting, haunting breast,
And I will laugh to think how Love
Gave only crumbs of bliss to Jove.
That haunting, haunting breast
Snow allied with lavender,
Resting-place of Rest!
Give me to share
That haunting, haunting breast,
And I will laugh to think how Love
Gave only crumbs of bliss to Jove.
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