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Pagina 93
75 The Funeral IO Whoever comes to shroud me , do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns mine arm ; The mystery , the sign , you must not touch , For ' tis my outward soul , 5 Viceroy to that , which then to ...
75 The Funeral IO Whoever comes to shroud me , do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns mine arm ; The mystery , the sign , you must not touch , For ' tis my outward soul , 5 Viceroy to that , which then to ...
Pagina 216
Ah cease , rash youth ! desist ere ' tis too late , Fear the just Gods , and think of Scylla's fate ! Changed to a bird , and sent to flit in air , She dearly pays for Nisus ' injured hair ! But when to mischief mortals bend their will ...
Ah cease , rash youth ! desist ere ' tis too late , Fear the just Gods , and think of Scylla's fate ! Changed to a bird , and sent to flit in air , She dearly pays for Nisus ' injured hair ! But when to mischief mortals bend their will ...
Pagina 401
... untied Her hat and let the damp hair fall , And , last , she sate down by my side And called me . ... And made her smooth white shoulder bare , And all her yellow hair displaced , And , stooping , made my cheek lie there ...
... untied Her hat and let the damp hair fall , And , last , she sate down by my side And called me . ... And made her smooth white shoulder bare , And all her yellow hair displaced , And , stooping , made my cheek lie there ...
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