The image of love, that nightly flies To visit the bashful maid, Steals from the jasmine flower, that sighs Its soul, like her, in the shade. The hope, in dreams, of a happier hour That alights on misery's brow, Springs out of the silvery almond -flower,... The English Woman's Journal - หน้า 321 มุมมองทั้งเล่ม -
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