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Rosa Inferni
No serpent in the generous draught of wine ? Did I guess all, who guessed your life well given Up to my kiss ? Aha ! the veil is riven ! Beneath the smiling mask of a young bride Languorous, luscious, melancholy-eyed ; Beneath the gentle raptures, hints celestial Of holy secrets, kisses like soft dew, Beneath the amorous mystery, I view The surer shape, a visage grim and bestial, A purpose sly and deadly, a black shape, A tiger snarling, or a grinning ape Resolved by every devilish device Upon my murder. This I clearly see Now you arefor an ho…
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