What delight the distant prospect beams upon my soul! my husband! my friend! dear epithets! - enchanting sounds! sounds swelling with every thrilling joy - O all gracious Being! May my abilities be equal to the ardor of my soul! Felicia to Charlotte: Being Letters from a Young Lady in the Country, to Her ... - עמוד 264 מאת Mary Collyer - 1749 תצוגה מלאה -
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