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Literary Gazette, 16th November, 1822, Pages 728
II. - Lines written under a Picture of a Girl
burning a Love-letter.[1]
The lines were fill'd with many a tender thing,
All the impassion'd heart's fond communing.
I took the scroll: I could not brook
An eye to gaze on it save mine;
I could not bear another's look
Should dwell upon one thought of thine.
My lamp was burning by my side,
I held thy letter to the flame,
I mark'd the blaze swift o'er it glide,
It did not even spare thy name.
Soon the light from the embers past,
I felt so sad to see it die,
So bright at first, so dark at last,
I fear'd it was love's history.[2]
