Epigram I. Poem by Robert Nugent

Epigram I.



I lov'd thee beautiful and kind,
And plighted an eternal vow;
So alter'd are thy face and mind,
'Twere perjury to love thee now.

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Robert Nugent

Robert Nugent

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