The Enemy Conquered; Or, Love Triumphant
Sweet girl, thy smiles are full of charms,Thy voice is sweeter still,It fills the breast with fond alarms,Echoed by every rill.I begin this little work...
Sweet girl, thy smiles are full of charms,Thy voice is sweeter still,It fills the breast with fond alarms,Echoed by every rill.I begin this little work...
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