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Welcome to my Palace
| Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine: But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st back to me: Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.. |
I've started this page with a
very dear poem that sounds so right. When I first read this I thought to myself when I
have a homepage this will be on it.
This is the handle everyone knows me by. I hope to be adding to these pages as time
passes,I would love to hear any suggestions you may have for these pages so please feel
free to contact me.
Make sure you visit my St George's page as I would much appreciate
it. Thank you for taking the time to visit my home page.Take care and may you stay in good
health always......
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