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Слушать(AI)Song While many a fond
LE many a fond and blooming maid Attempts thy heart to gain;
And, by thy fatal smile betrayed, Thinks not she strives in vain:
While in those eyes of tender blue They answering passion see,
And in thy sweet expression view The charm that conquered me:....
I still should scorn their winning art, And be, my Henry, blest,
If thou wouldst give that precious heart To her who loves thee best.
Amelia Opie
Amelia Opie, née Alderson (12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853), was an English author who published numerous novels in the Romantic period up to
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