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MY LOVE IS LIKE A FLOWERING TREE.
My love is like a flowering tree,
Where strength combines with sweetness,
And hard with soft doth well agree,
To make one rich completeness!
She's like a peach, whose soft skin fair
And mellow pulp containeth
The strong-ribbed, stony kernel, where
The vital virtue reigneth.
Where strength combines with sweetness,
And hard with soft doth well agree,
To make one rich completeness!
She's like a peach, whose soft skin fair
And mellow pulp containeth
The strong-ribbed, stony kernel, where
The vital virtue reigneth.
Meek dovelets I have known and loved,
And cooed to their sweet cooing;
Proud eagles, too, I wandering proved,
Too high to stoop to wooing.
But she is both—Eagle and Dove—
And from her queenly station
Now warms with summer breath of love,
Now awes with admiration.
And cooed to their sweet cooing;
Proud eagles, too, I wandering proved,
Too high to stoop to wooing.
But she is both—Eagle and Dove—
And from her queenly station
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Now awes with admiration.
By Heaven! I scarce believe the bliss
That I for mine have won her,
The witness of that burning kiss
Which stamped my life with honour!
Dear God, if she could look on me,
And with her great heart love me,
I'll grow more bold, and henceforth hold
No post on Earth above me!
That I for mine have won her,
The witness of that burning kiss
Which stamped my life with honour!
Dear God, if she could look on me,
And with her great heart love me,
I'll grow more bold, and henceforth hold
No post on Earth above me!
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