Lucietta. A Fragment

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Title:     Lucietta. A Fragment
Author: Lord Byron [More Titles by Byron]

LUCIETTA, my deary,
That fairest of faces!
Is made up of kisses;
But, in love, oft the case is
Even stranger than this is--
There's another, that's slyer,
Who touches me nigher,--
A Witch, an intriguer,
Whose manner and figure
Now piques me, excites me,
Torments and delights me--

_Cætera desunt_.

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Lord Byron's poem: Lucietta. A Fragment

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