Little Aglaë Poem by Walter Savage Landor

Little Aglaë

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To Her Father, on Her Statue Being Called Like Her


FATHER! the little girl we see
Is not, I fancy, so like me;
You never hold her on your knee.

When she came home, the other day,
You kiss’d her; but I cannot say
She kiss’d you first and ran away.

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