English poem
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Lord Dusiote drew breath with pain, And she with pain drew breath: On him she looked, on his like above; She flew in the folds of a marvel of love Revealed to pass to death.
Versos English George Meredith Ix
Versos English George Meredith Ix
English poem
Lord Dusiote drew breath with pain, And she with pain drew breath: On him she looked, on his like above; She flew in the folds of a marvel of love Revealed to pass to death.