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o once more he had wak'd and anguishedA dreary night of love and misery, 50If Isabel's quick eye had not been wedTo every symbol on his forehead high;She saw it waxing very pale and dead,And straight all flush'd; so, lisped tenderly,"Lorenzo!"--here she ceas'd her timid quest,But in her tone and look he read the rest.
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