Thursday, January 1, 2004

Song. Murdering Beauty Comments

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I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching face,
Since ruin harbours there in every place ;
For my enchanted soul alike she drowns
With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns.
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Thomas Carew
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Dr Antony Theodore 02 June 2020

For if she dart, like lightning, through the air Her beams of wrath, she kills me with despair: If she behold me with a pleasing eye, I surfeit with excess of joy, and die. very fine poem. tony

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