 twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows. She talked of politics or prayers,— Of Southey's prose, or Wordsworth's sonnets, Of danglers or of dancing bears, Of battles, or the last new bonnets; By candle-light, at twelve o'clock,...  The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed - Page 148by Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1864 - 390 pagesFull view - About this book
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...it mattered not a tittle If those bright lips had quoted Locke, I might have thought they murmur'd Little, Through sunny May, through sultry June, I...a love eternal ; I spoke her praises to the moon, 1 wrote them to the Sunday Journal ; My mother laughed ; I soon found out That ancient ladies have... | |
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