Excerpt from Fate, or the Prophecy: A Tragedy
Damp. Gentle! Mild as winter blasts, Soft as the wooing equinox, as full Of smiles as blustering March Gentle Why, grim December is a May morning to her!
Ber. W'ouldst have me wed a thing of smoothness? She's grand, and t... hat I love. With what an air She moves! How waves her hand! How lifts her head And on her brow there sits imperial power.
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