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True love is at home on a carpet, And mightily likes his ease   And true love has an eye for a dinner, And starves beneath shady trees. TRUE LOVE IS AT HOME ON A CARPET AND MIGHTILY LIKES HIS EASE AND TRUE LOVE HAS AN EYE FOR A DINNER AND STARVES BENEATH SHADY TREES
 starry influences, And tempereth the keenness of the frost-- And therefore, in the plenty of the feast, And in the lifting of the cup, let Him Have praises for the well-completed year. Nathaniel Parker Willis Love in a Cottage THEY may talk of love in a cottage And bowers of trellised vine-- Of nature bewitchingly simple, And milkmaids half divine; They may talk of the pleasure of sleeping In the shade of a spreading tree, And a walk in the fields at morning, By the side of a footstep free! But give me a sly flirtation By the light of a chandelier-- With music to play in the pauses, And nobody very near; Or a seat on a silken sofa, With a glass of pure old wine, And mamma too blind to discover The small white hand in mine. Your love in a cottage is hungry, Your vine is a nest for flies-- Your milkmaid shocks the Graces, And simplicity talks of pies! You lie down to your shady slumber And wake with a bug in your ear, And your damsel that walks in the morning Is shod like a mountaineer.  LOVE IN A COTTAGE BUT NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS READ FOR LIBERVOC STOT ORG BY GALL CATO THEY MAY TALK OF LOVE IN A COTTAGE AND BOWERS OF TRELLISED VINE OF NATURE BEWITCHINGLY SIMPLE AND MILKMAIDS HALF DIVINE THEY MAY TALK OF THE PLEASURE OF SLEEPING IN THE SHADE OF A SPREADING TREE AND WALK IN THE FIELDS AT MORNING BY THE SIDE OF A FOOTSTEP FREE BUT GIVE ME A SLY FLIRTATION BY THE LIGHT OF A CHANDELIER WITH MUSIC TO PLAY IN THE PAUSES AND NOBODY VERY NEAR OR A SEAT ON A SILKEN SOFA WITH A GLASS OF PURE OLD WINE AND MAMMA TOO BLIND TO DISCOVER THE SMALL WHITE HAND IN MINE YOUR LOVE IN A COTTAGE IS HUNGRY YOUR VINE'S A NEST FOR FLIES YOUR MILKMAID SHOCKS THE GRACES AND SIMPLICITY TALKS OF PIES YOU LIE DOWN TO YOUR SHADY SLUMBER AND WAKE WITH A BUG IN YOUR EAR AND YOUR DAMSEL THAT WALKS IN THE MORNING IS SHOD LIKE A MOUNTAINEER
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