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Richard Lovelace - The Rose
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I.

Sweet serene skye-like Flower,
Haste to adorn her Bower :
    From thy long clowdy bed,
    Shoot forth thy damaske head.

II.

New-startled blush of Flora !
The griefe of pale Aurora,
    Who will contest no more ;
    Haste, haste, to strowe her floore.

III.

Vermilion Ball that`s given
From lip to lip in Heaven ;
    Love`s Couches cover-led :
    Haste, haste, to make her bed.

IV.

Dear Offspring of pleas`d Venus,
And Jollie, plumpe Silenus ;
    Haste, haste, to decke the Haire
    Of th` only, sweetly Faire.

V.

See ! Rosie is her Bower,
Her floore is all this Flower ;
    Her Bed a Rosie nest
    By a Bed of Roses prest.

VI.

But early as she dresses,
Why fly you her bright Tresses ?
    Ah ! I have found I feare ; 
    Because her Cheekes are neere.
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