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To ------ (o Nymph! With Cheeks Of Roseate Hue) Post by :JBSikes Category :Poems Author :Thomas Gent Date :September 2011 Read :2817

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To ------ (o Nymph! With Cheeks Of Roseate Hue)

O Nymph! with cheeks of roseate hue,
Whose eyes are violets bath'd in dew,
So liquid, languishing, and blue,
How they bewitch me!
Thy bosom hath a magic spell,
For when its full orbs heave and swell,
I feel--but, oh! I must not tell,
Lord! how they twitch me!

(The end)
Thomas Gent's poem: To ------ (O Nymph! With Cheeks Of Roseate Hue)

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