Has hurried me off to the Po, Forget not Medora Trevilian : My own Araminta, say ' No ! ' " We parted ! but sympathy's fetters Reach far over valley and hill ; I muse o'er your exquisite letters, And feel that your heart is mine still ; And he who would...
The poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, with a memoir by D. Coleridge - Page 193
by Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1864
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