Poetry & Verse
Fragment: 'When a Lover Clasps His Fairest'
By Percy Bysshe ShelleySource: Percy Bysshe Shelley - PoetryDB (Public Domain)Short49 words
When a lover clasps his fairest, Then be our dread sport the rarest. Their caresses were like the chaff In the tempest, and be our...
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When a lover clasps his fairest, Then be our dread sport the rarest. Their caresses were like the chaff In the tempest, and be our laugh His despair--her epitaph! When a mother clasps her child, Watch till dusty Death has piled His cold ashes on the clay; She has loved it many a day-- She remains,--it fades away.
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