 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
CV.
Arose, like youth's soft dawn in form and face,
And than his many feres more lightly dressed;
Yet, unsurpassed in beauty and in grace,
Silken-haired Ragasycheon soon expressed
And than his many feres more lightly dressed;
Yet, unsurpassed in beauty and in grace,
Silken-haired Ragasycheon soon expressed
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The feelings rising at his master's heart,
Choosing such tones as when the breezes sigh
Through some lone portico, or, far apart
From ruder sounds of mirth, in the deep forest die.
Choosing such tones as when the breezes sigh
Through some lone portico, or, far apart
From ruder sounds of mirth, in the deep forest die.
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |