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Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington

[In The Keepsake for 1833 (London, UK: Longman, etc, 1832), p. 193: ]

     My heart is like a withered rose,
               On which the envious worm has fed;
     And healthful bloom no more it knows:
               All but the rankling thorns are dead.

5     My heart is like a broken lyre
               Which some rude hand has snapped in twain,
     And on its chords the notes expire,
               That music ne'er can wake again.

     My heart is like a lonely tomb,
10               Where lies interr'd the loved -- the dead --
     Nought breaks upon its chilling gloom,
               And hope no more her light can shed.

Date: 1832 (Coding Revisions: 12/30/2005). Author: Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington (Coding Revisions: Laura Mandell).
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