 I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and...  ARCHIV - Seite 155von LUDWIG HERRIG - 1882Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
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