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Rhapsodies

By W. H. Ireland

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THE QUESTION RESOLVED.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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THE QUESTION RESOLVED.

As languishing Annette reclin'd in my arms,
While I answer'd each sigh with a kiss,
“Oh! tell me,” she cried, “where can be love's alarms,
“Since I find in it nothing but bliss?”
“Dear girl!” I replied, “'tis not Love breeds annoy;
“While he's present, there's nothing to fear;
“'Tis when he takes wing that we forfeit all joy,
“For the smile is replac'd by a tear.”
“And will he e'er leave us,” she anxiously cried,
While her soft arms my neck closer press'd;
“Oh! never, dear girl!” I with transport replied,
“For the urchin has built here his nest.”