An Acrostic
E
lizabeth it is in vain you say
'
L
ove not' — thou sayest it in so sweet a way:
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n vain those words from thee or L. E. L.
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antippe's talents had enforced so well:
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h! if that language from thy heart arise,
B
reathe it less gently forth — and veil thine eyes.
E
ndymion, recollect, when Luna tried
T
o cure his love — was cured of all beside —
H
is folly — pride — and passion — for he died.
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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