Lyric № 3910

Praise

Member since 2002 · Posted 10 Jul 2002 · 2 comments

That I could but fondness express For her who draws me, nonetheless In a manner modest, pure and chaste Suiting her nature, and my taste Of what I had known her to be Presenting all together, in propriety. Beauty I note, In every part So follows fancy, from my heart Which, though cherubic it may seem Is nursed by she who grants my dream.

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[9] emilys369 26-Jul-02/6:23 PM Reply

this poem is very understandable and a lot of people feel this way!

[5] horus8 26-Jul-02/6:44 PM Reply

Blake was a poet who knew how to blow nice glass, it's just a shame that he felt up my arsee