Reine Canziani [by C.G. Godwin]. |
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affection Albanian amidst appeared arms Athenais Athens beautiful behold Belgrade believe blessed bosom Bosphorus breast bright cheek child clasped Constantine Constantinople couch countenance cried Reine Dardanelles dare dark daugh daughter dear dearest Reine death deep Dervise dreadful dwelling earth Eudora Eustace exclaimed eyes favourite fear feel felt female flowers gaze graceful Greece Greek grief groves hand happy heard heart heaven honour hope hour husband innocent Janissaries Kifri knew light lips listened look Lord Avlone Lord de Grey Marmaratouri melancholy ment mind mingled Monthermer Monthermer's mother never night noble Nourassin once pale Paleopulo Pasha Phocion Prinkipo Reine Canziani Reine's remained replied Seid seraglio shade silent slaves smile Smyrna soon sorrow soul speak spirit stood stranger sufferings Sultan sweet tears tender thee thermer thou thought tion trembling Turkish uttered Vasilika veil Vizier voice wandered whilst wife wretched young youth
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