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The Brazilian Imperial family at the Château d' Eu in 1912.  Seated at centre is Donna Isabella de Braganza, the Imperial Princess, eldest daughter and heir of Emperor Dom Pedro II.  The goateed gentleman on her right is her husband, Prince Gaston d' Orléans, Comte d' Eu, Enfant de France. The little baby held by the lady standing on back is Isabelle d'Orléans-Bragance (1911-2003), later wife of the Comte de Paris and mother to the present Comte de Paris. (The Comte de Paris is the de-jure King of France.)
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The little boy once held by Donna Isabella
Dom Pedro Gaston d'Orléans-Braganza
Prince of  Grão-Pará
(d. 2007)
with his two younger grandsons
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A communiqué from the French Royal Family Agency ( L' Institut de la Maison Royale de France) has announced that His Imperial Highness Prince Pierre-Louis d'Orléans-Bragance, 26, was among those killed in the crash of AirFrance Flight 447, in which 228 persons lost their lives.
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Brazilian Emperor Pedro II's eldest daughter and heir married a French royal prince in 1864, and all Brazilian Imperial princes have been members of the French Royal Family ever since.
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Prince Pedro Luiz Maria José Miguel Rafael Gabriel Gonzaga d'Orléans e Bragança, fourth in the Brazilian order of succession, was a great-great-great grandson of Brazilian Emperor Pedro II and  a great-great-great-great-great grandson of France's last reigning monarch, King Louis-Philippe .
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His father was Dom Antonio, a Brazilian Imperial Prince. His mother was Princess Christine de Ligne, a granddaughter of the reigning Grand-Duchesse of Luxembourg and a great-great-granddaughter of Dom Miguel, King of Portugal, brother of Brazilian Emperor Pedro I and  uncle of Emperor Pedro II.
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Recollections of Love
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How warm this woodland wild Recess !
Love surely hath been breathing here ;
And this sweet bed of heath, my dear !
Swells up, then sinks with faint caress,
As if to have you yet more near.
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Eight springs have flown, since last I lay
On sea-ward Quantock's heathy hills,
Where quiet sounds from hidden rills
Float hear and there, like things astray,
And high o'er head the sky-lark shrills.
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No voice as yet had made the air
Be music with your name ; yet why
That asking look ? that yearning sigh ?
That sense of promise every where ?
Belovéd ! flew your spirit by ?
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As when a mother doth explore
The rose-mark on her long-lost child,
I met, I loved you, brother mild !
As whom I long had loved before--
So deeply had I been beguiled.
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You stood before me like a thought,
A dream remembered in a dream.
But when those green eyes first did seem
To tell me, Love within you wrought—
O lovely, dear domestic stream !
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Has not, since then, Love's prompture deep,
Has not Love's whisper evermore
Been ceaseless, as thy gentle roar ?
Sole voice, when other voices sleep,
Dear under-song in clamor's hour.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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1807?
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