Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live

Can it be ri九九藏书ght to give what I can give ?

For all thy adjurations ? O my fears,

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That givers of such gifts as mine are, must

Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,

To let thee siwww.99lib.nett beneath the fall of tears

Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas !

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So to be lovers; and I own, 藏书网and grieve,

As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years

I will not soil thy purple with my dust,

Beloved, I only 九-九-藏-书-网love thee ! let it pass.

Nor give thee any love--which were unjust.

That this can scarce be right ! We are not peers,