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RECORDS OF WOMAN.
PAULINE.
To die for what we love!—Oh! there is power
In the true heart, and pride, and joy, for this;
It is to live without the vanish'd light
That strength is needed.
Così trapassa al trapassar d'un Giorno
Della vita mortal il fiore e'l verde.
Tasso.
Along the star-lit Seine went music swelling,
Till the air thrill'd with its exulting mirth;
Proudly it floated, even as if no dwelling
For cares or stricken hearts were found on earth;
And a glad sound the measure lightly beat,
A happy chime of many dancing feet,
