Christopher Smart (Кристофер Смарт)

The Long-Nosed Fair

Once on a time I fair Dorinda kiss'd,
Whose nose was too distinguish'd to be miss'd;
My dear, says I, I fain would kiss you closer,
But tho' your lips say aye--your nose says, no, Sir.--
The maid was equally to fun inclin'd,
And plac'd her lovely lily-hand behind;
Here, swain, she cry'd, may'st thou securely kiss,
Where there's no nose to interrupt thy bliss. 

1. Psalm 114
2. Psalm 58
3. Epistle to Mrs. Tyler
4. The Sweets Of Evening
5. On My Wife's Birth-Day

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