Poetics Or, a series of poems, and disquisitions on poetry. By George Dyer |
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| XXI. | ODE XXI. TO NARCISSA. |
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ODE XXI. TO NARCISSA.
Verses I love, the young Narcissa said;
Quoth I, the poets always lov'd the misses:
Give me some verses, then, rejoin'd the maid:
I will, quoth I, give me as many kisses.
Quoth I, the poets always lov'd the misses:
Give me some verses, then, rejoin'd the maid:
I will, quoth I, give me as many kisses.
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She smil'd—I thought—consent—I stole a kiss;
And warm with pleasure pour a glowing line:
She smil'd again, and I repeat the bliss;
And to the first a second verse I join:
And warm with pleasure pour a glowing line:
She smil'd again, and I repeat the bliss;
And to the first a second verse I join:
Then said, the bee from sweetest flow'rets sips,
And hence so sweet the honey of the bee;
And lines, inhal'd from those nectareous lips,
Made of thy kisses, shall be worthy thee.
And hence so sweet the honey of the bee;
And lines, inhal'd from those nectareous lips,
Made of thy kisses, shall be worthy thee.
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