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FROM the white-blossom’d sloe my dear Chloris requested A sprig, her fair breast to adorn: No, by Heavens! I exclaim’d, let me perish, if ever I plant in that bosom a thorn!
On Chloris requesting a sprig of blossom’d thorn
473Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
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