Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it, That I had rather die than once remove it. Yet he for whom I grieve shall never know it, My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it: Not a sigh nor a tear my pain discloses; But they fall silently like... The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected ... - Seite 445 von John Dryden, Walter Scott - 1808 Vollansicht -
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