[A round, in] American melodies containing a single selection from the productions of two hundred writers |
[A round, in] American melodies | ||
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A ROUND.
Marriage is like a flaming candle-lightPlaced in the window on a winter's night,
Inviting all the insects of the air
To come and singe their pretty ringlets there—
Those that are out, butt heads against the pane,
Those that are in, butt to get out again.
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