Teresa Guiccioli (contessa di) - 2005 - 736 페이지
...pastime, seated nigh, Of Lancelot, how love enchain'd him too; We were alone, quite unsuspiciously. But oft our eyes met, and our cheeks in hue All o'er...one point only wholly us o'erthrew. When we read the long-sighed-for smile of her To be thus kiss'd by such a fervent lover, He who from me can be divided...