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A ROMANCE OF THE AGE. A Poet writes to his Friend. Place—A Room in Wycombe Hall. Time—Late in the evening. I. Dear my friend and fellow-student, I would lean my spirit o'er you! Down the purple of this chamber tears should scarcely run at will. I am humbled who was humble. Friend, I bow my head before you: You should lead me to my peasants, but their faces are too still.. <lora:FluxMythV2:0.6> <lora:ck-painterly-fantasy:0.6> <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.5> <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.7> <lora:FluxTrissMV1:0.8>