Poetry & Verse
To M. S. G
By George Gordon, Lord ByronSource: George Gordon, Lord Byron - PoetryDB (Public Domain)263 words
Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! it were--unhallow'd bliss. Whene'er I...
This is a poetry & verse.
Whene'er I view those lips of thine,
Their hue invites my fervent kiss;
Yet, I forego that bliss divine,
Alas! it were--unhallow'd bliss.
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