...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, tr — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
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...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground...

— John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
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