E'en by a glance, or smile, or tear, or sigh — Or have they met before.' or clianc'd design'd That each should kindred thought at once descry. By some strange spell unknown, of silent harmony. O well 'twas sung, that souls in pairs were made, And sent... The Progress of Society: A Poem in Three Parts - Page 57 by David Longworth - 1817 - 63 pages Full view -
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