The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid Poem by Robert Herrick

The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid

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From this bleeding hand of mine,
Take this sprig of Eglantine:
Which, though sweet unto your smell,
Yet the fretful briar will tell,
He who plucks the sweets, shall prove
Many thorns to be in love.

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Robert Herrick

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