Yet, at thy word, to Syria I return, And make but one request — Remember me ! Yes, o'er the memory of my friends to mourn, With... Poems, original and translated - Page 19 by John Herman Merivale - 1838 Full view - About this book
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Yet, at thy word, to Syria I return, And make but one request — Remember me ! Yes, o'er the memory of my friends to mourn, With... 