The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up: He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar,... The Universal magazine - Page 4171808Full view - About this book
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