A Dictionary of Modern English Usage, 10 tomas |
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Love comes back to his vacant dwelling , - The old , old Love that we knew of yore We see him stand by the open door , With his great eyes sad , & his bosom swelling . He makes as though in our arms repelling He fain would lie as he lay ...
Love comes back to his vacant dwelling , - The old , old Love that we knew of yore We see him stand by the open door , With his great eyes sad , & his bosom swelling . He makes as though in our arms repelling He fain would lie as he lay ...
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