ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief,... The British Martial: Or, An Anthology of English Epigrams: Being the Largest ... - Página 3 1806 Vista completa -
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