Monday, January 10, 2005
Hotel Barocco
Santa Maria Novella
We'll cut the flitting air and soar above
The monster's head, and in the noblest seats
Of those blest shades quench and renew our heats.
There shall the queens of love and innocence,
Beauty and Nature, banish all offence
From our close ivy-twines ; there I'll behold
Thy bared snow and thy unbraided gold ;
There my enfranchised hand on every side
Shall o'er thy naked polish'd ivory slide.
from A Rapture by Thomas Carew [1594 - 1640]
// posted by George Manka @ 2:00 PM 
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