| Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922. | | | | When I Loved You | | By Thomas Moore |
| | | WHEN I loved you, I cant but allow | |
| I had many an exquisite minute; | |
| But the scorn that I feel for you now | |
| Hath even more luxury in it! | |
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| Thus, whether were on or were off, | 5 |
| Some witchery seems to await you; | |
| To love you is pleasant enough, | |
| And oh! t is delicious to hate you! | | | | |
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