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Imitated From The Welch by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

If, while my passion I impart, You deem my words untrue, O place your hand upon my heart — Feel how it throbs for you! Ah no! reject the thoughtless claim In pity of your Lover! That thrilling touch would aid … Continue reading

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