John Conington quotes - page 2
From me you fly! Ah! let me crave,
By these poor tears, that hand you gave-
Since, parting with my woman's pride,
My madness leaves me nought beside-
By that our wedlock, by the rite
Which, but begun, could yet unite,
If e'er my kindness held you bound,
If e'er in me your joy you found,
Look on this falling house, and still,
If prayer can touch you, change your will.
John Conington
John Conington
Born: August 10, 1825
Died: October 23, 1869
Quotes count: 87
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