She had an iewell on her necke with a diamond bright,That to the forehead it did bend as lowe as might bee:And in that night she wore, when all were fast asleep,Was not so faire, but then a glee from bower to bower.With this she ravisht many maids of earle and lorde,And therewithal the joyfull day did they espyde;But the beauteous Margarete had so the feend in hand,That none of all could tell what was her visage or her shape.For with the iewell on her necke that night she woreWere twenty faces fairer than she that then appeard:And through this countrey in each town she rode aboute,And where she came, if any were not so well clad as she.So therefore men made them loth to walk by night or day;And sought to shunne her company, though ne'er a man might see:
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Poetry Collection
PoesiaThe 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...
