unknown author, Tixall Poetry — To Love (1813)
“ That honour thinks amiss.Thus are poor maids unkindly usedBy Love and Nature both abused—And tender harts all ease refused;And when we burn with secret flame,Must die with grief or live with shame. ”
unknown author, Tixall Poetry — To Love (1813)
“ That honour thinks amiss.Thus are poor maids unkindly usedBy Love and Nature both abused—And tender harts all ease refused;And when we burn with secret flame,Must die with grief or live with shame. ”