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LORELEI
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Færie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade;
a serenade siren'd to lure - zounds! not to court me?
a mænad, yet the sweetest colleen -
certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
Lorelei,
a poet of tragedies, scribe i lauds to death,
yet who the hell was i to dare?
lorelei,
canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Dædally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
for all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
caus'd for all eyes mazéd to behold a mêlée;
in the midst did i swainly cast thee my bouquet:
the one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
bellow´d bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.
Lorelei,
a poet of tragedies, scribe i lauds to death,
yet who the hell was i to dare?
lorelei,
canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Perchance author i thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,
doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:
'tween æther and 'nether art thou the peerless phnix -
prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.
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Færie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade; a serenade siren'd to lure - zounds! not to court me? a mænad, yet the sweetest colleen - certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine. Lorelei, a poet of tragedies, scribe i lauds to death, yet who the hell was i to dare? lorelei, canst thou not see thou to me needful art? canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? Dædally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade, for all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade - caus'd for all eyes mazéd to behold a mêlée; in the midst did i swainly cast thee my bouquet: the one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire, bellow´d bidingly by my heart's quailing quire. Lorelei, a poet of tragedies, scribe i lauds to death, yet who the hell was i to dare? lorelei, canst thou not see thou to me needful art? canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? Perchance author i thee this ikon'd apologue for aught, doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought: 'tween æther and 'nether art thou the peerless phnix - prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.
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