Poems by Hartley Coleridge With a Memoir of his Life by his Brother. In Two Volumes |
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FROM CATULLUS.
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FROM CATULLUS.
PASSER, DELICIÆ MEÆ PUELLÆ.
Little sparrow, pretty sparrow,
Darling of my “winsome marrow,”
Plaything, playmate, what you will,
Tiny love, or naughty Phil,
Tempted, teased, to peck and hop
On her slender finger top,
Free to nuzzle and to rest
In the sweet valley of her breast;
Her wee, wee comfort in her sorrow's wane,
When sinks to sleep the fever of her pain.
Darling of my “winsome marrow,”
Plaything, playmate, what you will,
Tiny love, or naughty Phil,
Tempted, teased, to peck and hop
On her slender finger top,
Free to nuzzle and to rest
In the sweet valley of her breast;
Her wee, wee comfort in her sorrow's wane,
When sinks to sleep the fever of her pain.
Little sparrow, come to me,
I can play as well as she,
And like her I would be fain
Thou could'st sport away my pain,
Dear to me as fruit of gold,
Which by crafty lover roll'd,
In that fleet maiden's path, untwisted all
The quaint knots of her cincture virginal.
I can play as well as she,
And like her I would be fain
Thou could'st sport away my pain,
Dear to me as fruit of gold,
Which by crafty lover roll'd,
In that fleet maiden's path, untwisted all
The quaint knots of her cincture virginal.
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