All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow. Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul... The Fisher's Daughter: Or, The Wanderings of Wolf, & the Fortunes of Alfred ... - Strana 518 podľa Mrs. Catherine George Ward Mason - 1825 - Počet stránok 912 Úplné zobrazenie -
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