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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
The Je Ne Sais Quoi
By William Whitehead (1715–1785)
YES, I’m in love, I feel it now,
  And Celia has undone me;
And yet I swear I can’t tell how
  The pleasing pain stole on me.
’Tis not her face which love creates,        5
  For there no graces revel;
’Tis not her shape, for there the fates
  Have rather been uncivil.
’Tis not her air, for sure in that
  There’s nothing more than common;        10
And all her sense is only chat,
  Like any other woman.
Her voice, her touch, might give th’ alarm;
  ’Twas both, perhaps, or neither;
In short, ’twas that provoking charm        15
  Of Celia altogether.

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