The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd... The Every-day Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements ... - Сторінка 70 автори: William Hone - 1868 Повний перегляд -
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