'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | ||
FORTUNE'S FAVOURITE.
His own was every human gift,To govern and refine,
That above meaner things might lift,
And mingle with Divine;
To him all heaven appeared to ope,
Earth promised all things fair;
Born to beget a nation's hope,
And to bequeathe despair.
'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | ||