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Ronsard to His Mistress

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William Makepeace Thackeray
1811 –
1863
 

This poem is in the public domain. 

William Makepeace Thackeray, born July 18, 1811, was an English writer best known for his novels, particularly The History of Henry Esmond, Esq. (The Mershon Company Publishers, 1852) and Vanity Fair (Bradbury and Evans, 1848). While in school, Thackeray began writing poems, which he published in a number of magazines, chiefly Fraser and Punch. He died on December 24, 1863.

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From Ballads and Songs (London: Cassell and Company, 1896).

 

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First I saw the white bear, then I saw the black;
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  BY ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO.

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