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| "One kiss - one more - another - Oh! Adieu!" She rose - she sprung - she clung to his embrace, Till his heart heaved beneath her hidden face: He dared not raise to his that deep blue-eye, Which downcast drooped in tearless agony. Her long fair hair lay floating o'er his arms, In all the wildness of dishevelled charms; Scarce beat that bosom where his image dwelt So full - that feeling seem'd almost unfelt! G.G.BYRON. The Corsair. |
