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MARGARET FULLER OSSOLI.
does not quite come home to me, though this does, —
| ‘I could not love thee, sweet,[1] so much, |
| Loved I not honor more.’ … |
“Do not, I implore you, whether from pride or affection, wish to exile me from the dark hour. The manly mind might love best in the triumphant hour; but the woman could no more stay from the foot of the cross than from the transfiguration.”[2]
