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THEN, FARE THEE WELL.
THEN, fare thee well, my own dear love,
Had we but known, since first we met,
But no alas, we've never seen
Farewell—our hope was born in fears,
V:.-11-2--ss of -'s Cham.
XI-A Scholar of Trinity College,
----, in Dublin - . 219
A PACKET OF POEMS.
The Christening of Dunleary
Lord Mayor of Dublin by the Duchesss of
Ide Keenan, or Farewell Irish Cry
245 An Irish Melody
249 to the Duchess of R d
251 Lines on the Reception of a certain Marquis in 1 reland
253 A New Irish Melody
255 Drby and Teague, an Irish Eclogue
257 a Recent Dismissal
265 Tie Dutrlin Mayor and the London Alderman 267 Á versification of the Irish Oration
274 ee-Handed W]:ist
Peace be around thee
277 278 281