Lines _To A Laurel-Leaf_, Poem by Sir John Carr

Lines _To A Laurel-Leaf_,



SENT TO THE AUTHOR BY MISS --.

Tho' unknown is the hand that bestow'd thee on me,
Sweet leaf! ev'ry fibre I'll warm with a kiss:
With the fame of her beauty thou well dost agree,
Whose presence shews conquest, whose triumph is bliss!

Thursday, September 30, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: kiss
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