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The bee draws forth from fruit and flower Sweet dews, that swell his golden dower; But never injures by his kiss Those who have made him rich in bliss. The moth, though tortured by the flame, Still hovers round and loves the same: Nor is his fond attachment less: “Alas!” he whispers, “can it be, Spite of my ceaseless tenderness, That I am doomed to death by thee?”
The bee draws forth from fruit and flower Sweet dews, that swell his golden dower; But never injures by his kiss Those who have made him rich in bliss. The moth, though tortured by the flame, Still hovers round and loves the same: Nor is his fond attachment less: “Alas!” he whispers, “can it be, Spite of my ceaseless tenderness, That I am doomed to death by thee?”
In print by 1921 AD · modern
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- Azy Eddin Elmogadessi (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1921 AD · modern
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- My Commonplace Book (third English edition,1921) (1921 AD)
Page 222 · printed citation: Azy Eddin Elmogadessi (L. S. Costello’s translation). · compiler notes excluded
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