Tome,  Livre, Comp.

1    1,     3,     XVI|    la morne angoisse a fait blêmir ses tempes :~ ~Songez qu’
2    2,     2,     III| voir, douce femme rêvant,~ ~Blêmir au clair de lune et trembler
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