With blushes mantling o’er my cheek,
I knelt his happy bride.
THE STOLEN MINIATURE.
———
BY MRS. R. S. NICHOLS.
———
“The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more.”
Othello.
With blushes mantling o’er my cheek,
I knelt his happy bride.
———
BY MRS. R. S. NICHOLS.
———
“The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more.”
Othello.