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... thoul I swore, and with an inward thought that seem'd The purpoae and the substance of my being, I swore to her, that were she red with guilt, I would exchange my unblench'd state with hers.— Friendl by that winding page, to that bower ...
... thoul I swore, and with an inward thought that seem'd The purpoae and the substance of my being, I swore to her, that were she red with guilt, I would exchange my unblench'd state with hers.— Friendl by that winding page, to that bower ...
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... thoul" F orthwith this frame of mine wrench'd ' With a woful agony, Which tort-ed me to begin my tale; And then it left me lies. Since then, at an uncertain hour, . That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within ...
... thoul" F orthwith this frame of mine wrench'd ' With a woful agony, Which tort-ed me to begin my tale; And then it left me lies. Since then, at an uncertain hour, . That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within ...
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