English Poetry. George Eliot. Mid My Gold-Brown Curls. Джордж Элиот.

George Eliot (Джордж Элиот)

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'Mid my gold-brown curls
There twined a silver hair:
I plucked it idly out
And scarcely knew 'twas there.
Coiled in my velvet sleeve it lay
And like a serpent hissed:
"Me thou canst pluck & fling away,
One hair is lightly missed;
But how on that near day
When all the wintry army muster in array?"

George Eliot’s other poems:

1. I Grant You Ample Leave
2. How Lisa Loved the King
3. Bright, o Bright Fedalma
4. Two Lovers
5. The World Is Great

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