Gordon Bottomley - A Lady of Paris Bordone lyrics

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Gordon Bottomley - A Lady of Paris Bordone lyrics

Didst say Genoa? Ah, well, perchance 'tis true. I never dreamed that any Genoese Had such stern eyes, like steadfast haughty seas, Assured of sovranty. Canst say she knew Nought of that glowing city where surely grew This tolerant calm, this strong inviolate ease, This proud epitome of Veronese And sister of Titian's girl whom Palma drew? Although her bodice fails her noble breasts She grudged no silks to swell her ducal gown. Her maritime and many-nationed mart Had store of pearls to string the coil that rests Pale in her hair, or darkly trickles down Her bosom whose limpid veil droops wide apart.