''Miss Mere,'' he cried, "give ear, I
pray you, to my poor words, nor
spurn me in misprision from the
pedestal of your Beauty, Genius,
and Virtue. All too conscious, alas!
of my presumption in the same, I
yet abase myself before you as a suitor for
grope raven Locks. I am dazzled in the your adorable Hand. I under the shadow of your
light of those translucent Orbs, your Eyes. In the intolerable Whirlwind of..
— Jan 09, 2019 09:44PM
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