Her eyes they knew for th' enamelled iewell's burning bright,That in her secret hart was hid a deadly grudge.But after that they wexed merrie and lighte,And taughte their poyson to others, as ye shall heare.Was not so faire, but then a glee from bower to bower.It came to pass, that on the morn she went out o' th' tower.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryThe collection of poems is a compilation book of all my poems that are usually linked to topics such as pain, anxiety, love, loneliness, melancholy, despair and many more that you will discover by reading. Besides it contains my most tormented adole...