The Quarterly Review, Volumen118

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John Murray, 1865
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Página 95 - Be a god, and hold me With a charm ! Be a man, and fold me With thine arm ! Teach me, only teach, Love ! As I ought I will speak thy speech, Love, Think thy thoughtMeet, if thou require it, Both demands, Laying flesh and spirit In thy hands.
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