Poems, Dialogues in Verse and Epigrams By Walter Savage Landor: Edited with notes by Charles G. Crump |
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FROM MYRTIS.
Artemia, while Arion sighs,
Raising her white and taper finger,
Pretends to loose, yet makes to linger,
The ivy that o'ershades her eyes.
Raising her white and taper finger,
Pretends to loose, yet makes to linger,
The ivy that o'ershades her eyes.
“Wait, or you shall not have the kiss,”
Says she; but he, on wing to pleasure,
“Are there not other hours for leisure?
For love is any hour like this?”
Says she; but he, on wing to pleasure,
“Are there not other hours for leisure?
For love is any hour like this?”
Artemia! faintly thou respondest,
As falsely deems that fiery youth;
A God there is who knows the truth,
A God who tells me which is fondest.
As falsely deems that fiery youth;
A God there is who knows the truth,
A God who tells me which is fondest.
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