Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . £^L^,%2 K^ ^.. ^^ sCr- ^Q^ First Cyprus, then the Syrian shore. To Fharpars hicid rill,Did those two large dark eyes explore. Hut wanted something still. Damascus filled his heart with joy, So sweet her roses were IHe culled them ; but the wayward boy Thouj^ht them ill worth his care. I want them every month, he cried, I want them every hour :Perennial rose, and none beside. Henceforth shall be my flower.

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