Love, like its emblem, fire, begets itself, And, when enkindled in two faithful hearts, Blends in one flame, and, rising as it burns, Points to the heav'nly source from whence it came. But, Edward, Edward, with what furious gusts Has your tempestuous... The New British Theatre: A Selection of Original Dramas, Not Yet Acted - Page 371 1814 Full view -
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