Epigram Viii. Poem by Robert Nugent

Epigram Viii.



On Mrs. Penelope.

The gentle Pen, with look demure,
Awhile was thought a virgin pure
But Pen, as ancient poets say,
Undid by night the work of day.

Friday, October 15, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: poets,work
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