Licia Sonnets 26 (Giles Fletcher Sr Poems)
I live, sweet love, whereas the gentle windMurmurs with sport in midst of thickest boughs,Where loving woodbine doth the harbor ...
I live, sweet love, whereas the gentle windMurmurs with sport in midst of thickest boughs,Where loving woodbine doth the harbor ...
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