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To A Lock Of Hair

Rating: 2.9

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright
As in that well - remember'd night
When first thy mystic braid was wove,
And first my Agnes whisper'd love.

Since then how often hast thou prest
The torrid zone of this wild breast,
Whose wrath and hate have sworn to dwell
With the first sin that peopled hell;
A breast whose blood's a troubled ocean,

Each throb the earthquake's wild commotion!
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Susan Williams 10 March 2016

Sometimes the written word can be so perfectly formed and the words stay in our hearts and souls- for example, the closing lines of this poem- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Yes, God and man might now approve me If thou hadst lived and lived to love me!

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Edward Kofi Louis 15 August 2016

Pure and bright! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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kakoli choudhury 15 August 2016

With the first sin that peopled hell; A breast whose blood's a troubled ocean, ; worth reading.

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Susan Williams 15 August 2016

They could use this poem in the dictionary to illustrate the meaning of Passionate

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Anil Kumar Panda 15 August 2016

A beautiful poem and very enjoyable to read. Thanks for sharing.

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Akachukwu Lekwauwa 15 August 2016

what a lovely poem we have here. i love this, beautiful rhymes all over

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An awesome poem with so much word power.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 15 August 2016

An awesome narration with equally awesome dance of emotions. Thanks for sharing it here.

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