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 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
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“The old man ceased: ere I could speak, his faceGrew more than mortal fair; a mellow light,
Mantling around him, filled the shady place;
And, while I wondering stood, he vanished from my sight.
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |