The New-York Weekly Magazine, or Miscellaneous Repository / Forming an Interesting Collection of Original and Select Literary Productions in Prose and Verse

by Unknown

EPIGRAM.

“O, that a glove I to that hand were prest,

“On which reclin’d, that lovely cheek might rest!”

’Twas thus the youth his amorous wish preferr’d,

A glove—so cold a suit could ne’er be heard;

Ah, surely bosom friends were then unknown,

That teach the breast a mutual warmth to own.

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For the New-York Weekly Magazine.

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