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[bodytext] => Intrduction -Byron’s Sonnet If I can say the lines that make her mine, and stay from speaking trite words she would hate, but rather play her praise of golden weight, then homage I would make gods so divine. For weeks now she’s been ever close in mind, just knowing I will be soon introduced, Lord James hath promised daughter seen reclused when she returns from Convent River Tyne. A maiden fair taught by nuns marriage age, whom I saw Yule past close to parents keep arriving late in a rich handsome stage. Now patient waiting time’s reward will reap surcease of strain her close presence engage with hope instilling joyous great heart leap. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 2 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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