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Tho' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath,
Love is a sword that cuts its sheath, And thro' the clefts, itself has made, We spy the flashes of the Blade ! But thro' the clefts, itself has made, We likewise see Love's flashing blade, By rust consumed or snapt in twain : And only Hilt and Stump remain. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |