London lyrics by Frederick Locker Lampson: With introduction and notes by Austin Dobson |
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DU RYS DE MADAME D'ALLEBRET |
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DU RYS DE MADAME D'ALLEBRET
How fair those locks which now the light wind stirs!What eyes she has, and what a perfect arm!
And yet methinks that little Laugh of hers—
That little Laugh is still her crowning charm.
Where'er she passes, countryside or town,
The streets make festa, and the fields rejoice.
Should sorrow come, as 't will, to cast me down,
Or Death, as come he must, to hush my voice,
Her Laugh would wake me, just as now it thrills me—
That little giddy Laugh wherewith she kills me.
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