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LOVE TORMENTING THE SOUL.
XIX.
I sought no longer a defence,
Flung down the useless shell;
Oh Love! this likeness is thine own,
The painter knows thee well.
L. E. L.
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XIX.
I sought no longer a defence,
Flung down the useless shell;
Oh Love! this likeness is thine own,
The painter knows thee well.
L. E. L.