Give me, my love, that billing kiss
I thaught you one delicious night,
When, turning epicures in bliss,
We tried inventions of delight.
Come, gently steal my lips along,
And let your lips in murmurs move,-
Ah, no!-again- that kiss was wrong-
How can you be so dull, my love?
'Cease,cease!' the blushing girl replied-
And in her milky arms she caught me-
'How can you thus your pupil chide;
You know 'twas in the dark you taught me!'
-Thomas Moore
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