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The Coquette's Valentine.

WHAT shall I write in this valentine?

The old refrain, "My heart is thine";

The sweetest flower of rarest hue,

Is paltry when compared with you"?

No, no, I'll write in grander strain,

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And throw aside that old refrain.

What shall I write in this valentine?

O for a laurel, the conqueror's sign!

Many a hope, full many a heart,

Hath fallen before thy Cupid's dart;

Many a victim bowed to thy rule,

And played his part in the lover's school.

Ay! twine a wreath of fairest flowers,

With here and there, from bygone hours,

Some withered rosebud, some crumpled glove,

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