"Ae fond kiss and then we sever! Ae farewell, alas for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee; Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him?" BURNS. Ignoring the source or cause of the excitement among the household, Cosmo lounged into the breakfast-parlour, where the silver urns were hissing amid a very chaste equipage, and where the September sun was shining in through clusters of sweet briar and monthly roses, and as he seated himself he handed to his father a long official-like document, at the sight of which his mother changed colour, and even Flora, who looked charming in her smiling radiance, lace fril…
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