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Her Face
BY ARTHUR GORGES
Her tongue
so fair
so sweet
so deep in love am I,
first bent
then drew
Her wit
so sharp
then hit
mine eye
mine ear
my heart
Mine eye
Mine ear
My heart
to like
to learn
to love
her face
her tongue
her wit
doth lead
Her tongue
Her wit
with beams
with sound
with art
doth charm
doth knit
mine eye
mine ear
my heart
Mine eye
Mine ear
My heart
with life
with hope
with skill
her face
doth feed
O face
with frowns
wrong not
doth move
Her face
doth blind
doth teach
mine eye
her tongue
doth feast
O tongue
her wit
doth fill
O wit
with checks
with smart
vex not
wound not
mine ear
my heart
This eye
This ear
This heart
shall joy
shall yield
shall swear
her face
her tongue
her wit
to serve
to trust
to fear.
taken.
-- William Shakespeare
A.E. Housman
17881824
Anne Bradstreet
Wendy Cope
Giving Up Smoking
Or a Beethoven quartet
Or harder to forget.
Charles Causley
William Shakespeare
Jerusalem Hymn
.
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
William Blake
-- Michael Drayton
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