Landor, not that I doubt your word, That you had strove with none At seventy-five and had deferred To nature and art alone; It is rather that at thirty-two From us I see them part After they served, so sweetly, you- Yet nature has no heart: Brother and sister are estranged By his ambitious lies For he his sister Helen much deranged- Outraged her, and put coppers on her eyes.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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