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Lawn as white as driven snow,
Cyprus black as e'er was crow,
Gloves as sweet as damask read more
Lawn as white as driven snow,
Cyprus black as e'er was crow,
Gloves as sweet as damask roses,
Masks for faces and for noses,
Bugle bracelet, necklace amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber,
Golden quoifs and stomachers
For my lads to give their dears,
Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel.
The sick do not ask if the hand that smoothes their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the read more
The sick do not ask if the hand that smoothes their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin.
The purity men love is like the mists which envelope the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond.
The purity men love is like the mists which envelope the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond.
Lo. sifted through the winds that blow,
Down comes the soft and silent snow,
White petals from read more
Lo. sifted through the winds that blow,
Down comes the soft and silent snow,
White petals from the flowers that grow
In the cold atmosphere.
Purity of heart is to will one thing.
Purity of heart is to will one thing.
Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies,
Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;
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Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies,
Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;
The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare,
And shed their substance on the floating air.
Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.
Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.
What will the stream become in its lengthened course, if it be so
turpid as its source?
[It., read more
What will the stream become in its lengthened course, if it be so
turpid as its source?
[It., Qual diverra quel fiume,
Nel lungo suo cammino,
Se al fonte ancor vicino
E torbido cosi?]
