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Rhapsodies

By W. H. Ireland

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EPIGRAM On a known fact.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

EPIGRAM On a known fact.

Cold Ellen sat beneath a girandole,
And by her pensive stood the love-sick soul,
Who fain would falter forth his true confession;
Upon her bosom fell one drop of wax:
He took his seal—“Ah! now you must relax,
“For on you I will make my first impression.”