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Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae（Ernest Dowson, 1867~1900）Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mineThere fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shedUpon my soul between the kisses and the wine;And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:I have been faithfu... |
