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Him Basto followed , but his fate more hard Gained but one trump and one plebeian card . With his broad sabre next , à chief in years , The hoary majesty of spades appears , Puts forth one manly leg , to sight revealed , The rest ...
Him Basto followed , but his fate more hard Gained but one trump and one plebeian card . With his broad sabre next , à chief in years , The hoary majesty of spades appears , Puts forth one manly leg , to sight revealed , The rest ...
Sivu 196
A sylph too warned me of the threats of fate , In mystic visions , now believed ' too late ! See the poor remnants of these slighted hairs ! My hands shall rend what ev'n thy rapine spares : These in two sable ringlets taught to break ...
A sylph too warned me of the threats of fate , In mystic visions , now believed ' too late ! See the poor remnants of these slighted hairs ! My hands shall rend what ev'n thy rapine spares : These in two sable ringlets taught to break ...
Sivu 695
710 Surely my heart cried out that it was thou , When first I saw thee ; and thy heart spoke too , I know it : but Fate trod those promptings down Under its iron heel ; Fate , Fate engag'd The strife and hurl'd me on my father's spear .
710 Surely my heart cried out that it was thou , When first I saw thee ; and thy heart spoke too , I know it : but Fate trod those promptings down Under its iron heel ; Fate , Fate engag'd The strife and hurl'd me on my father's spear .
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