 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
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“Pursue no farther!—stop, alas! for me,If not thyself!” Phraërion's shrieks accost
Him thus: “Who, Zóphiël, shall protect for thee
The maid thou lov'st? Hear! stop! or all are lost!”
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |