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 but even now Thy voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear, Made tuneable with every sweetest vow; And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear: How chang'd thou art! how pallid, chill, and drear! Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal,...  The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calandar of Popular ... - Seite 149 von William Hone - 1835 Vollansicht -
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