Penny Dreadfuls, 1812 · page 214 of 258
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This is a page of running prose—specifically verse or poetry—numbered 196, appearing mid-narrative in a penny dreadful. The text presents an emotionally intense, melodramatic passage in which a speaker addresses "O image adored," pleading for intimacy and confessing sorrows while acknowledging the beloved's affection lies elsewhere. The language emphasizes romantic desperation and bittersweet longing, typical of Victorian sensation fiction's lurid emotional appeals. The verse form and page number suggest this is extracted from a serialized story rather than a standalone poem.
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196 a Yet come to my bosom, O image adored ! And, sure, thou shalt feel the soft flame of my heart, The glow sympathetic once more be restored, Once more it shall warm thee, ah, cold as thou art! And to charms so beloved its own feelings impart ! ~ Oh, come! and while others his form may behold, And he on another with fondness may smile, To thee shall my wrongs, shall my sorrows be told, And the kiss I may give thee, these sorrows the while, Like the memory of joys which are past, shall beguile. Connie ooo KS.CcoOmn)