The improvisatrice; and other poems By L. E. L. [i.e. Landon] With embellishments. A new edition |
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And as that light strain died away,
Again I swept the breathing strings:
But now the notes I waked were sad
As those the pining wood-dove sings.
Again I swept the breathing strings:
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As those the pining wood-dove sings.
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