Love
Twelfth-Night
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Love
I draw with trembling hand my doubtful lot;
Yet where are Fortune's frowns if she frown not
From whom I hope, from whom I fear, the kiss?
O gentle Love! if there be aught beyond
That makes the bosom calm, but leaves it fond,
O let her give me that, and take back this!
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Landor, Walter Savage. “Twelfth-Night.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/286/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “Twelfth-Night.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/286/.
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