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 1 1|         dream is naught—but the dear dreamer—all!~ ~She has my
 2 1|             POLY. Take courage, dear one, ’tis but for an hour,~ ~
 3 1|        prove,~ ~Know that I—his dear wife—did once another love!~ ~
 4 1|     regards the man you hold so dear?~ 245~To phantom of the
 5 1|       court, he, held in honour dear,~ ~Risked life to save his
 6 1|    prized not worth for worth’s dear sake alone!~ ~Too well,
 7 1|         Hard-won the fight, and dear the victory.~ ~Here, love,
 8 2|        another.~ ~Too fair, too dear—from whom the Fates me sever!~ ~
 9 2|        210~Pauline—too fair—too dear—I can no more!~ ~ PAUL.
10 2|       POLY.Is this poor life so dear?~ ~ NEAR. Ah, I must own
11 2|       wealth, home, all for His dear sake!’~ ~Alas, that love
12 3|          curséd friend, who, in dear love’s despite,~ ~Has torn
13 3| mysteries disturbed, our temple dear profaned,~ ~Mad flight and
14 3|         true my dream! Must his dear blood be spilt?~ ~With Polyeucte,
15 3|    obedience plead~ 255~For his dear life! To my last prayer
16 3|         must live!~ 260~For his dear sake I quenched another
17 3|      power benignant, honoured, dear!~ ~Thou gav’st that gift
18 3|        win what thou hold’st so dear.~ 280~ PAUL. In pity!——~ ~
19 4|      strength divine!~ ~O thou, dear saint, thy scars all healed,
20 4|     hast clasped in Heaven that dear, that pierced hand,~ ~Plead
21 4|         delight;~40~In Christ’s dear name I bid the tempter flee,~ ~
22 4|     Cast down.~ ~All hopes most dear~ ~They cherish here~ ~Shall
23 4|         Naught else is pure, or dear, or fair, or bright!~ ~Enter
24 4|         But, husband, think how dear thou art to me!~105~Think
25 4|      Father mine! His love most dear~ ~Removes me from a world
26 4|      Thou call’dst me ‘lovely’—‘dear’—‘beyond compare!’—~ ~Of
27 4|      above!~ ~ PAUL. For love’s dear sake, ah, listen to my prayer!~ ~
28 4|     prayer!~ ~ POLY. For love’s dear sake—await the answer there!~ ~
29 4|            Oh, grudge me not my dear brief ecstasy!~ ~Oh, ease
30 4|     haste,~ ~To yield a girl so dear—so pure—so fair!~ ~And of
31 4|         were death with torture dear;~ ~But to renounce thee!~ ~
32 4|        Thy words bring back the dear, the bygone days,~ ~When
33 4| generous, but stern! Must these dear eyes,~ ~Because I love them,
34 5|        my love to me!~ ~ FELIX. Dear child, thy father is thy