 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
LXXVI.
“Alas! what know'st thou of my plighted lord?
If guilt pollute him,—as, unless mine ear
Deceive me in the purport of thy word,
Thou mean'st to imply,—kind spirit, rest not here,
If guilt pollute him,—as, unless mine ear
Deceive me in the purport of thy word,
Thou mean'st to imply,—kind spirit, rest not here,
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“But to my father hasten, and make known
The fearful truth. My doom is his command:
Writ in heaven's book, I guard the oath I've sworn,
Unless he will to blot it by thine hand.”
The fearful truth. My doom is his command:
Writ in heaven's book, I guard the oath I've sworn,
Unless he will to blot it by thine hand.”
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |