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From The Mirror of Literature, Amusement and Instruction, 14th January 1837,
page 23


MADAME MALIBRAN.

Mournfully, ah! mournfully
    Shed the myrtle o'er her;
Not alone with verse and flower—
    With the heart deplore her.

Sweet emotions, smiles and tears,
    Lived amid her numbers;
Let their tender memory
    Sanctify her slumbers.

Angels claim the angel one;
    Fling the palm above her;
Too late, with a fond regret,
    We find how much we love her.