| Vouchsafed is the sight of the fair To me and her kiss and embrace, too |
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| Yonder swart-skinned fair, all sweetness That the world can show with her is |
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| Come, for Heav'n's Turk a raid upon The Fast-tide's tray hath made |
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| My heart from me's gone and fruition, My case to amend, cometh not |
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| Days of union with the friends gone by, remembered |
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| Easance and strength and sense from me ravished clean |
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| Hilarious my heart is with wine And still I proclaim it on high |
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| Ballad of Ladies' Love, Number Two |
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| In the bigot seeming-holy Knowledge of our state is not |
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| Bring, wind of the East, an thou chance By the country to fare of the Friend |
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