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The day drags through, though storms keep out the sun; Byron.Childe Harold, Canto III. Stanza 32. HEART.Leap hearts to lips, and in our kisses meet. Fletcher.Loves Cure, Act III. Scene 2. The precious porcelain of human clay. Byron.Don Juan, Canto IV. Stanza 11. Who made the heart, tis He alone Burns.Address to the Unco Guid, Verse 8. |
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