"Excuse my attire," Mom said. "but I plan to change

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heart with anguish torn. Help! from disgrace and death deliver me! Ah! rich in


sorrow, thou, Stoop thy maternal brow, And mark with pitying eye my


Night. Street Before Margaret's Door


Valentine (a soldier, Margaret's brother)

When seated 'mong the jovial crowd, Where merry comrades boasting loud

Each named with pride his favourite lass, And in her honour drain'd his glass;

Upon my elbows I would lean, With easy quiet view the scene, Nor give my

tongue the rein until Each swaggering blade had talked his fill. Then smiling I


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