O ruddier than the cherry!
O sweeter than the berry!
O nymph more bright
Than moonshine night,
Like kidlings blithe and merry!
Ripe as the melting cluster!
No lily has such lustre;
Yet hard to tame
As raging flame,
And fierce as storms that bluster!
Song
John Gay
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Poem topics: night, bright, hard, flame, merry, fierce, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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