LucileTicknor and Company, 1881 - 332 lappuses Lucile is a narrative poem whose heroine, Lucile, is beloved by two bitter rivals, the English Lord Alfred Hargrave and the French Duke of Luvois. She loves Alfred, but misunderstanding keeps them apart. Long years after, Alfred's son and the Duke's niece fall in love, are separated by the old feud but finally reunited through the efforts of Lucile, who has become a nursing nun, under the name of Soeur Seraphine. |
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Alfred Vargrave answer'd appear'd aught beauty Bigorre bird bosom bow'd breast brow Comtesse de Nevers dark dear deep door doubt dream Duc de Luvois Duke edge of dawn emotion enter'd Eugène de Luvois Euroclydon exclaim'd eyes face faint fair feel felt fix'd follow'd forever forgive gaze hand hath heard heart Heaven hope JOHN knew lady letter life's light lips lone look look'd Lord Alfred Luchon Lucile de Nevers madam man's Matilda milord mountain murmur'd Neath nevermore night o'er obolus once pale Paradise Bird pass'd passion paused perchance Pyrenees reach'd regret replied return'd reveal'd rose round Saint Saviour seem'd sigh'd sight silence Sir Ridley smile soft sorrow soul stood strange STRANGER strife sweet tears thee things thou thought truth turn'd Twixt vex'd voice walk'd watch'd wife wild wild law wind woman word yore young youth
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