Then the entrance of Vladimir Ravinski, the lovelorn youth of the legend, riveted his attention on the stage.

Early morning, found the lovelorn youth again at the lake side, but for hours he watched in vain.

She forgot lovelorn youths, and the cayenne speeches of malicious neighbors, and all the problems of her girlish existence.

'Woman,' said a lovelorn youth, 'is like Ivy-themore you are ruined, the closer she clings to you.'