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On a Flower which Belinda gave
me from her Bosom.
O! lovely Offspring of the May,
Whence flow thy balmy Odours, say!
Such Odours—not the Orient boasts,
Tho' Paradise adorn'd the Coasts!
O! sweeter than each Flow'r that blooms,
This Fragrance from thy Bosom comes!
Thence, thence such Sweets are spread abroad,
As might be Incense for a God!
Whence flow thy balmy Odours, say!
Such Odours—not the Orient boasts,
Tho' Paradise adorn'd the Coasts!
O! sweeter than each Flow'r that blooms,
This Fragrance from thy Bosom comes!
Thence, thence such Sweets are spread abroad,
As might be Incense for a God!
Such
