The Two Pages in Love
2nd PageOh, but I
Could dream a happier death: I'd watch the moment,
Would fling myself before her, kiss her hand,
And, ere she had time to chide, feel at my heart
The dagger of Don Pedro; see her stand
Pleading for me—then perish, slain by love.
Could dream a happier death: I'd watch the moment,
Would fling myself before her, kiss her hand,
And, ere she had time to chide, feel at my heart
The dagger of Don Pedro; see her stand
Pleading for me—then perish, slain by love.
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