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But easier far had been the rack, the wheel:—
When hath the body felt what mind can feel?
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The weary day pass'd on—night came again:—
Amenaïde has join'd the glittering train;
Self-torturer—self-deceiver—cold and high,
She said it was to mock the curious eye.
Such strength is weakness. Was it not to be
Where still, Leoni, she might gaze on thee?
—She heard the history of his English bride:
A patient nurse at her pale mother's side
Leoni saw her first:—that mother's hand
(A stranger she and wanderer in the land)
Gave the sweet orphan to his care,—and here
Was all to soften, all that could endear.
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- ↑ the sections were mis-numbered from here in the original edition
