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First Lines of Frances Sargent Locke Osgood
A group of boys in playful strife -- A sunbeam and zephyr were playing about, Ah me! ah! wo is me! Beneath Italia's laughing skies, Fair image of my fairer child! Fanny shuts her smiling eyes, I wish the bud would never blow, Let your summer friends go by Mother of the spirit-child! My beautiful trembler! how wildly she shrinks! Never tell me that cheek is not painted, false maid! She says her heart is in her kiss -- The breeze was high, and blew her sun-brown tresses Tis just the flower she ought to wear, -- Too late -- too late -- ye steal before me, What made my Ellen start and smile, Where foams the fall -- a tameless storm -- Yes!lower to the levelYour heart is a music-box, dearest! You've read, my pet, in olden story,