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XL. LOVE'S LIKENESS.
O, mark yon Rose-tree! when the West
Breathed on her with too warm a zest
She turns her cheek away
Yet, if one moment he refrain,
She turns her cheek to him again,
And woos him still to stay!
Breathed on her with too warm a zest
She turns her cheek away
Yet, if one moment he refrain,
She turns her cheek to him again,
And woos him still to stay!
Is she not like a maiden coy,
Prest by some amorous-breathing boy?
Tho' coy, she courts him too:
Winding away her slender form,
She will not have him woo so warm
And yet will have him woo!
Prest by some amorous-breathing boy?
Tho' coy, she courts him too:
Winding away her slender form,
She will not have him woo so warm
And yet will have him woo!
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