 | Young Arthur |  |
But oft by stealth, their tortures to unfold,
Trembling they met, and sigh'd at sorrows told;
Till each to other felt a softer tie
Than friendship own'd; a fonder fear, lest e'er
Trembling they met, and sigh'd at sorrows told;
Till each to other felt a softer tie
Than friendship own'd; a fonder fear, lest e'er
| Young Arthur | |