Author Jane Austen Here lies our freind who having promis-ed That unto two she would be marri-ed Threw her sweet Body & her lovely face Into the Stream that runs thro' Portland Place. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments