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Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae by Ernest Dowson

(I am not as I was under the reign of the good Cynara – Horace) Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and … Continue reading

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