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Excerpt from Love-Letters of a Violinist
Laid out in state, I dare not, for the fear Of this dead thing, regard it as a toy. It was a splendid Hope without alloy, And now, behold! I greet it with a tear. It is my pastime, and my penance, too, My pride, my comfort, and my discon tent, To count my sorrows ere the day is spent, And dream, at night, of love within the blue Of thy sweet eyes, and tremble through and through, And keep my house, as one that doth lament. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
