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Iris. — ‘ Unrequited Love' 
THE GIFTED GIRL. 
4 1 remember, while at Florence, to have witnessed the funeral 
obsequies of a young girl of noble descent, long considered the most 
beautiful and accomplished female in the kingdom. The deep 
melancholy into which she fell, united to other circumstances, origi¬ 
nated a report of her death being caused by the 44 maladie du cceur” ’ 
Recollections of Italy. 
They say I am a gifted creature—Fame 
High in her temple hath enrolled my name, 
And Beauty on my young, sad brow, hath set 
Her rainbow-tinctured, radiant coronet! 
And these have won for me — I know it well — 
Envy and burning hatred often — where 
I never injured; and my soul’s proud spell 
Of Genius — reaps, alas! too oft but care. 
And yet, sweet, gentle one! Thou modest Girl, 
Who kindly gazest on each waving curl 
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