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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegies, Book One, 5</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In summer’s heat and mid-time of the day<br>To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay,<br>One window shut, the other open stood,<br>Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood,<br>Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun<br>Or night being past, and yet not day begun.<br>Such light to shamefaced maidens must be shown,<br>Where they may sport, and seem to be unknown.<br>Then came Corinna in a long loose gown,<br>Her white neck hid with tresses hanging down:<br>Resembling fair Semiramis going to bed<br>Or Laïs of a thousand wooers sped.<br>I snatched her gown, being thin, the harm was small,<br>Yet strived she to be covered therewithal.<br>And striving thus as one that would be cast,<br>Betrayed herself, and yielded at the last.<br>Stark naked as she stood before mine eye,<br>Not one wen in her body could I spy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What arms and shoulders did I touch and see,<br>How apt her breasts were to be pressed by me?<br>How smooth a belly under her waist saw I?<br>How large a leg, and what a lusty thigh?<br>To leave the rest, all liked me passing well,<br>I clinged her naked body, down she fell,<br>Judge you the rest: being tired she bad me kiss,<br>Jove send me more such afternoons as this</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christopher+Marlowe">Christopher Marlowe</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357230" data-title="Elegies, Book One, 5 de Christopher Marlowe" data-description="In summer’s heat and mid-time of the day To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay, One window shut, the other open stood, Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood, Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun Or night being past, and yet not day begu..."></div> </div> </div>
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