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Boycott.
Her Lionel! Her husband! Oh my heart,
The pain in it! Her lover! If I wait
She'll say "We've Lady Boycott here," and then
The quick surprise may make him tell her more
Than she should know. No, I must go to him,
Welcome him briskly, wear the cheerful face
Of pleasant meeting: he's my friend's betrothed,
And I must take him so. 'Twere easier
To ape indifference, dislike itself.
But I can play my part, and naturally,
And he'll not tell her, he'll be so at ease,
So careless of me.
For she must not know.
I will not have her peace one moment stirred.
She'd pity me too kindly if she knew,
Be sad for me: I will not have her sad.
I love her for herself, and Lionel loves -
I could know nothing between hate and love,
I think for any woman he would wed,
I must thank God I love her. 'Tis best so
And comforts me.
Oh my rare smiling part!
My pretty cordial acting! We shall be
A genial pair of friends. We both love her,
And there's our bond. Oh! to be day by day
Talking and talking, smiling and smiling! Well
It will not last for ever. I have lied
In smiles and saying nothings prettily
To a worse purpose ere to-day.
Ah me!
I thought that I was hopeless: now I know
I had a little foolish lingering hope.
'Tis strange I could! I knew so well the truth
That I was nothing to him.
Lionel,
I'm coming to you; I, not Eleanor:
She's gone, she's dead. But, as for Lady Boycott,
Perhaps you'll like her ...... she is Mary's friend.
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A Woman Sold
Bartimaeus
Judas
Pilate
The Walk To Emmaus
A Bride
A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
A Wedding
Afterwards
Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
Shadow
Sunlight
The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
The Hidden Wound
The Lake
The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
The River
The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
Too faithful
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