rt thou, fair one, who usurpst the place Of Blanche, the lady of the matchless grace ? Come, fair and pretty, tell to me Who, in thy life-time, thou might*st be. Thou pretty art and fair, But with the lady Blanche thou never must compare. No need for Blanche her history to tell;Whoever saw her… … XXXVI WHILE young John runs to greet The greater Infants feet, The mother standing by, with trembling passion Of devout admiration Beholds the engaging mystic play, and prettyadoration; Nor knows as yet the full event Of those so low beginnings, From whence we date our winnings, But wonders at the…
Children's poetry, English
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