Perchance there haunts us in remembrance, Our own most dear and lyric dream, Another long forgotten Springtime- And trembling neath this pang supreme, The heart Faints for a distant country And for a night beside the sea!
"Russian Lyrics"
Translated by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi
My sister Faints frequently.
"In Wild Rose Time"
Amanda M. Douglas
Lydie was not that type of woman who Faints, or screams at moments of acute mental agony.
"Petticoat Rule"
Emmuska Orczy, Baroness Orczy