Lead me, lead me, my virgins! To that kind voice. My lord, my love, my refuge! Happy my eyes, when they behold thy face: My heavy heart will leave its doleful beating At sight of thee, and bound with sprightful joys. The orphan. The history and fall of Caius Marius. Venice preserv'd. Poems ... - Seite 238 von Thomas Otway - 1757 Vollansicht -
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