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The writings of James Russell Lowell | ||
MONNA LISA
She gave me all that woman can,
Nor her soul's nunnery forego,
A confidence that man to man
Without remorse can never show.
Nor her soul's nunnery forego,
A confidence that man to man
Without remorse can never show.
Rare art, that can the sense refine
Till not a pulse rebellious stirs,
And, since she never can be mine,
Makes it seem sweeter to be hers!
Till not a pulse rebellious stirs,
And, since she never can be mine,
Makes it seem sweeter to be hers!
The writings of James Russell Lowell | ||