English poem
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by Charles Lamb
Who is She that by night from her balcony looks On a garden, where cabbage is springing? 'Tis the Tailor's fair Lass, that we told of above; She muses by moonlight on her True Love; So sharp is Cupid's stinging.
English poem
by Charles Lamb
Who is She that by night from her balcony looks On a garden, where cabbage is springing? 'Tis the Tailor's fair Lass, that we told of above; She muses by moonlight on her True Love; So sharp is Cupid's stinging.