isabella; or, The Pot of Basil Flashcards
fair Isabel,
poor simple Isabel!
Lorenzo, a young palmer
in Love’s eye!
with every mourn
with every eve
their love grew tenderer
deeper and tenderer still
because her face was turned to the same skies;
and with sick longing all the night outwear
‘O may I never see another night,
Lorenzo, if thy lips breathe not love’s tune
but alas
honeyless days and days did he let pass
and with sick longing
to hear her morning-step
all the night outwear
upon the stair
and in his heart he inwardly did pray
but still the ruddy
for power to speak;
stifled his voice
a dreary night of love
and misery
even bees, the little almsmen of spring-bowers
know there is richest juice in poison flowers
with her two brothers
enriched from
this fair lady dwelt
ancestral merchandise
why were
they proud?
red lined
accounts
money
bags
‘twas their plan to coax her by
degrees to some high noble and his olive trees