Lucile By Owen Meredith [i.e. E. R. B. Lytton] |
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But in vain did he reason and argue. Alas!He yet felt unconvinced that 'twas best as it was.
Out of reach of all reason, for ever would rise
That infantine face of Matilda, with eyes
So sad, so reproachful, so cruelly kind,
That they harrow'd his heart and distracted his mind.
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