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Слушать(AI)To-- I Fear Thy Kisses Gentle Maiden
I.
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden,
Thou needest not fear mine;
My spirit is too deeply
Ever to burthen thine.
II.
I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion,
Thou needest not fear mine;
Innocent is the heart’s
With which I worship thine.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley (/bɪʃ/ (About this soundlisten) BISH;[1][2] 4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822) was one of the major English Romantic poets, widel
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