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Song Of Taj Mahomed
Dear is my inlaid sword; across the BorderIt brought me much reward; dear is my Mistress,
The jewelled treasure of an amorous hour.
Dear beyond measure are my dreams and Fancies.
These I adore; for these I live and labour,
Holding them more than sword or jewelled Mistress,
For this indeed may rust, and that prove faithless,
But, till my limbs are dust, I have my Fancies.
(The end)
Laurence Hope's poem: Song Of Taj Mahomed
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