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And trod as if on the Four Winds.

I have a Garden of my own,

But so with Roses over-grown,

And Lillies, that you would it guess

To be a little Wilderness;

And all the Spring Time of the Year

It only lovèd to be there.

Among the Beds of Lillies I

Have sought it oft, where it should lye;

Yet could not, till it self would rise,

Find it, although before mine Eyes:

For, in the flaxen Lillies' Shade,

It like a Bank of Lillies laid.

Upon the Roses it would feed,

Until its Lips ev'n seemed to bleed;

And then to me 'twould boldly trip,

And print those Roses on my Lip.

But all its chief Delight was still

On Roses thus itself to fill,

And its pure Virgin Limbs to fold

In whitest sheets of Lillies cold:

Had it lived long, it would have been

Lillies without, Roses within....

Andrew Marvell

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Of all the birds that I do know,

Philip my sparrow hath no peer;

For sit she high, or sit she low,

Be she far off, or be she near,

There is no bird so fair, so fine,

Nor yet so fresh as this of mine;