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| | Poetry X » Poetry Archives » George Gordon Lord Byron » "The First Kiss Of Love" |
 | | Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with fantasy glow, Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove; From what blest inspiration your sonnets would flow, Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love. |
 | | If Apollo should e’er his assistance refuse, Or the Nine be dispos’d from your service to rove, Invoke them no more, bid adieu to the Muse, And try the effect, of the first kiss of love. |
 | | I hate you, ye cold compositions of art, Though prudes may condemn me, and bigots reprove; I court the effusions that spring from the heart, Which throbs, with delight, to the first kiss of love. |
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