Methought I ask'd him why he cry'd,
My Pity led me on:
All sighing the sad Boy reply'd,
Alas I am undone!
As I beneath yon Myrtles lay,
Down by Diana's Springs,
Amyntas stole my Bow away,
And Pinion'd both my Wings.
Between the Lines.
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The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
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