_Claud._ I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye,
That liked, but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking to the name of love:
But now I am returned, and that war thoughts
Have left their places vacant; in their rooms
Come thronging soft and delicate desires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is,
Saying how I liked her ere I went to war.
SHAKSPEARE.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
LONDON:
SMITH, ELDER, AND CO., CORNHILL.
1848.
London:
Printed by STEWART and MURRAY,
Old Bailey.
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