It was no fancy, he had named the name
Of love, and at that thought her cheek grew flame:


Juliet after the Masquerade. By Thompson - The Troubadour (1825)


It was no fancy, he had named the name Of love, and at that thought her cheek grew flame:

It was no fancy, he had named the name Of love, and at that thought her cheek grew flame:

It was no fancy, he had named the name Of love, and at that thought her cheek grew flame:

It was no fancy, he had named the name Of love, and at that thought her cheek grew flame: