彭斯诗与歌
1788
彭斯诗与歌
(英)罗伯特·彭斯
1788
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Love In The Guise Of Friendship

Your friendship much can make me blest,

O why that bliss destroy!

Why urge the only, one request

You know I will deny!

Your thought, if Love must harbour there,

Conceal it in that thought;

Nor cause me from my bosom tear

The very friend I sought.

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