Under a lawn, than skies more clear, Some ruffled Roses nestling were, And snugging there, they seem`d to lie As in a flowery nunnery; They blush`d, and look`d more fresh than flowers Quickened of late by pearly showers; And all, because they were possest But of the heat of Julia`s breast, Which, as a warm and moisten`d spring, Gave them their ever-flourishing.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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