 Now, when the man and the maid, Tristan and Iseult, had drunk of the potion, Love, who never resteth but besetteth all hearts, crept softly into the hearts of the twain, and ere they were ware of it had she planted her banner of conquest therein, and...  The Slanderers - Page 83by Warwick Deeping - 1904 - 383 pagesFull view - About this book
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...and fell a-weeping. 'Alas!' she cried, 'that ever I saw this day!'... Now, when the man and the maid, Tristan and Iseult, had drunk of the potion, Love,...hearts, crept softly into the hearts of the twain, and ere they were ware of it had she planted her banner of conquest therein, and brought them under... | |
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