Licia Sonnets 05 (Giles Fletcher Sr Poems)
Love with her hair my love by force hath tied,To serve her lips, her eyes, her voice, her hand;I smiled ...
Love with her hair my love by force hath tied,To serve her lips, her eyes, her voice, her hand;I smiled ...
I live, sweet love, whereas the gentle windMurmurs with sport in midst of thickest boughs,Where loving woodbine doth the harbor ...
Enamored Jove commanding did entreatCupid to wound my love, which he denied,And swore he could not for she wanted heatAnd ...
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