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" I will creep into her breast ; Flush her cheek, and bleach her skin, And feed on the vital fire within. Lover, do not trust her eyes, — When they sparkle most she dies ! Mother, do not trust her breath, — Comfort she will breathe in death ! Father,... "
The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ... - Page 53
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The Poetical Works and Remains of Henry Kirke White

Henry Kirke White - English literature - 1881 - 487 pages
...air drest, I will creep into her breast ; Flush her cheek, and bleach her skin, And feed on the vital fire within. Lover, do not trust her eyes, — When they sparkle most she dies I Mother, do not trust her breath, — Comfort she will breathe in death I Father, do not strive to...
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The Remains of Henry Kirke White ..., Volume 1

Henry Kirke White - Poets, English - 1825 - 408 pages
...dress'd I will creep into her breast ; Flush her cheek, and bleach her skin, And feed on the vital tire within. Lover, do not trust her eyes, When they sparkle...mine, and I must have her ! The coffin must be her bridal bed ; The winding-sheet must wrap her head ; The whispering winds must o'er her sigh , For soon...
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The Corpse: A History

Christine Quigley - Social Science - 1996 - 358 pages
...others, Death himself covets the beautiful and the young for his own bed. A Victorian epitaph muses: Father, do not strive to save her, She is mine and I must have her; The coffin must be her bridal bed, The winding sheet must wrap her head; The whisp'ring winds must o'er her sigh, For soon...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 26

1829
...upon which the dying eyes of Agnes rested ! " In the dismal night-air drest, I will creep into hiir breast. ; Flush her cheek and bleach her skin, And...When they sparkle most, she dies ; Mother, do not (rust her breath, Comfort she will breathe in death ; Father, do not strive to save her, She is mine,...
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