 I have wander'd o'er the earth, And never found thy likeness — Speak to me ! Look on the fiends around — they feel for me: I fear them not, and feel for thee alone. Speak to me ! though it be in wrath ; — but say— I reck not what — but let me...  Southern Review - Side 371831Fuld visning - Om denne bog
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...love, appears to him. He addresses her. " Astarte ! my beloved ! speak to me ! Speak to me ! though it be in wrath ; — but say I reck not what — but...let me hear thee once — This once — once more/ " Aslarte. "Manfred!" Manfred. " Say on ! say on ! I live but in the sound — it is thy voice! " Astarte.... | |
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