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Literary Gazette, 3rd April, 1824, Page 219
They say, that when the oyster shell—
(Listen the tale, my own fair Girl)—
Is wounded, straightway it is closed
By ocean's loveliest gem, a pearl.
My heart is wounded;—with the eyes,
Wave thou the heart too of the dove?
Be not more cruel than the Sea,
But close the wound up with thy love![1]
- ↑ Signature after next song
