gri_2003_m_46_b01_f05_026
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- 65328314 - BronteAlcott
- 65331250 - Bambina41
- 65385869 - not-logged-in-f7da7363aa9a1b3c72f8
- WINNER - 65408930 - srasg56
- 65413439 - akrhsahni
- 65418082 - Channy58
65328314 - BronteAlcott
Thomas Carew:6 Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past that fading rose:
For in your beauties, orient deep,
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
7 Read in these roses the sad story
Of my hard fate & your own glory:
In the white you may discover
The paleness of a fainting lover ;
In the red, the flames still feeding
On my heart with fresh wounds bleeding. .
Daniel, an Elizabethan at last; I can imagine my Minerva saying 'high time, too'.
8 Looke Delia how we steem the half-blowne Rose,
The image of thy blush and Summers honour.
Spencer:
9 Sweet is the Rose, but growes upon a briere
Griffin, another Elizabethan:
10 See where my love sits in the beds of spices!
Beset all round with camphor, myrrh, & roses.
Constable, also Tudor:
11 My lady's presence makes the Roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
Here is a complet poem after so many shards but it is very short and by Mallarm'e.
Verre d'Eau
Ta l`evre contre le cristal
Gorg'ee `a gorg'ee y compose
Le souvenir pourpre et vital
De la moins 'eph'em`ere rose.
I love you, Sylvia,
Lawrence
65331250 - Bambina41
65385869 - not-logged-in-f7da7363aa9a1b3c72f8
Thomas Carew:6 Ask me norano where Jane lectures,
when June is past that fading robe:
tan in your beauties, ancient deep,
These flowers, as in ein causes sleep.
7 Read in these roses the sad slang
of my hard fate & your own glany:
In the white you may discover
Tho paleness of a fainting leves;
In the red, the flames still feeding
On my heart with fres wounds bleeding..
Daniel, an reyahelan at last; I can imagine
vn linererra saying 'high times too'.
8 loahe oelia how we steeme the half bloume Rose
The inrogs of they blush and summers horrors.
Spenser:
9 Sweet is the Rose, that grows upon a hrene.
Iniffin, arotles Eligahetlam:
10 See where my love sits in the heds of spices!
Beset all round with camplon, myrrh, & roses.
Constable, also Tudor:
11 My body's presence makes we Roses red,
Because I see her lips they blush for shame.
Here is a complete palm after so many shouts
but it is very slanl and I mallonire
12 Verre of ' Eau
Ta levre contine la cristal
gargee a gargee y compose
le sournir rourpre et nital
De ea moins ephemers Rose.
I love you, Eylnia,
WINNER - 65408930 - srasg56
Thomas Carew:6 Ask me no name where some bestows,
When June is past that fading rose:
For in your beauties, orient deep,
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
7 Read in these roses the sad story
Of my hard fate & your own glory:
In the white you may discover
The paleness of a fainting lover;
In the red, the flames still feeding
On my heart with fresh wounds bleeding. .
Daniel, an Elizabethan at last; I can imagine
my Minerva saying 'high time, too,'
8 Wake Oelia how we steeme the half-blowne Rose
The image of thyl blush and summers honor.
Spenser:
9 Sweet the Rose, but growes upon a biere.
Griffin, another Elizabethan:
10 See where my love sits in the beds of spices!
Beset all round with camphor, myrrh, & roses,
Constable, also Tudor:
11 My lady's presence make the Roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
Here is a complete poem after so many shards
but it is very short and by Mallarme
12 Verre d'Eau
Ta levre contre le cristal
Gorgee a gorgee y compose
Le souvenir pourpre et nital
De la moins ephemene Rose.
I love you, Sylvia,
Lawrence
65413439 - akrhsahni
Thomas caren:6 Ask me no name where
65418082 - Channy58
Thomas Care:6. Ask me no more where some bestows, when June is past that fading note: For in your beauties, assent deep, these flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
7 Read in these noses the sad story of my hard fate & your own glory: In the white you may discover the paleness of a fainting loves; in the red, the flames still feeding on my heart with wounds bleeding
Daniel, on Elizabethan at last; I can imagine in Minerva saying 'high time, too'.
8 Look Oelid how we steem the half-blowne rose
The image of the blush and summers honour.
Spencer:
9 Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a , another Elizabethan:
10 See where my live sits in the of spices! Beset all round with complas, myrrh, & roses. Constable, also Tudor:
11 My lay's presence makes the Roses red, Because to see her lips they blush for shame. Here is a complete poem after so many shards but it is very skant and Malloune Verre d'Eau
12
I love you, Sylvia
Lawrence