Orval, or The Fool of Time | ||
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V.LOVE CONFERS NOBILITY.
He.Violet, little one mine!
I would love thee, but thou art so small.
She.
Love me, my love, from those heights of thine,
And I shall grow tall, so tall!
The pearl is small, but it hangs above
A royal brow, and a kingly mind:
The quail is little, little, my love,
But she leaves the hunter behind.
Orval, or The Fool of Time | ||