Poems on Several Occasions With Anne Boleyn to King Henry VIII. An Epistle. By Mrs. Elizabeth Tollet. The Second Edition |
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The ROSE.
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The ROSE.
Beneath my Feet when Flora cast
Her choicest Sweets of various Hue,
Their Charms, unheeded as I past,
Nor chear'd my Sense, nor took my View.
Her choicest Sweets of various Hue,
Their Charms, unheeded as I past,
Nor chear'd my Sense, nor took my View.
I chose, neglecting all the Rest,
The Provence Rose too fully blown:
I lodg'd it in my Virgin Breast,
It droop'd, alas! and dy'd too soon.
The Provence Rose too fully blown:
I lodg'd it in my Virgin Breast,
It droop'd, alas! and dy'd too soon.
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This gentle Sigh, this Rain of Eyes,
Thy Beauty never can recall:
'Tis thus that all Perfection flies;
And Love and Life must fade and fall.
Thy Beauty never can recall:
'Tis thus that all Perfection flies;
And Love and Life must fade and fall.
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