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Illusions Perdues
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And yet, perchance, I may but go
Six feet, no further, merged in clay,
To be the food of flowers—and so
My last illusion will decay.
PRINTED BY
SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE
LONDON
And yet, perchance, I may but go
Six feet, no further, merged in clay,
To be the food of flowers—and so
My last illusion will decay.
PRINTED BY
SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE
LONDON