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 Thy grief wrests to its purposes my words. I never ask'd of thee that ardent love Which in the breasts of fancy's children burns. Decent affection and complacent kindness Were all I wish'd for ; but I wish'd in vain. Hence with the less regret my eyes...  The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the ... - Página 48 editado por - 1824 Visualização integral -
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