<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>La Dame Du Palais De La Reine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SOPHIE, in shocks of scarlet lace, <br>Receives her usual embrace <br>Beneath a hedge, behind a curtain, <br>Or in the chambers of His Grace. <br>Whether a kiss be worth the care <br>Five minions wasted on her hair, <br>Sophie herself is half uncertain, <br>Paused in adorable despair. <br>When past beseeching Man she floats <br>In golden-coasted petticoats, <br>A shaft of irritation passes; <br>Like colic; but with antidotes. <br>Then serious doubts occur of Love <br>That spoils the Peacock, sours the Dove, <br>And mixes up the lower classes <br>So hopelessly with those above. <br>Is the bird Passion worth the lime? <br>Can the small Amor turn to crime <br>By ruining skirts—and the digestion? <br>Such problems occupy her time. <br>But often these objections thaw <br>To counts with viols—or grooms with straw— <br>And Sophie, giving up the question, <br>Bends to some strange but natural law. <br>With books of music, diamond rings, <br>Spaniels and roses, fireworks, swings, <br>Her lovers come. But Sophie sighs, <br>Whose thoughts are fixed on Higher Things. <br>Between the sleepy kisses given, <br>Her mind by grave debate is driven, <br>Perplexity distracts those eyes <br>Which, lovers vow, are lost in Heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kenneth+Slessor">Kenneth Slessor</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=429735" data-title="La Dame Du Palais De La Reine de Kenneth Slessor" data-description="SOPHIE, in shocks of scarlet lace, Receives her usual embrace Beneath a hedge, behind a curtain, Or in the chambers of His Grace. Whether a kiss be worth the care Five minions wasted on her hair, Sophie herself is half uncertain, Paused in ..."></div> </div> </div>

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