She sings thy tears asleep, and dips Her kisses in thy weeping eye; She spreads the red leaves of thy lips, That in their buds yet blushing lie. She 'gainst those mother-diamonds tries The points of her young eagle's eyes. Welcome — though not to those... The Asiatic Journal and Monthly Register for British and Foreign India ... - Pagina 309 1836 Volledige weergave -
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