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She Was Young and He Was Old, by the Author of 'lover and Husband'
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Page 150 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but...
Page 176 - ... good man be ? — By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn, Under the twigs of a young birch tree ! The oak that in summer was sweet to hear, And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year, And whistled and roared in the winter alone, Is gone, — and the birch in its stead is grown. — The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; — His soul is with the saints, I trust.
Page 188 - I'll do my best a gude wife to be, For auld Robin Gray is kind unto me.
Page 9 - Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds, as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine but the music there...
Page 210 - tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears : The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears. O wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears, I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave, Emblem of hope and love through future years...
Page 128 - SHE'S pretty to walk with: And witty to talk with : And pleasant too to think on. But the best use of all Is, her health is a stale,* And helps us to make us drink on.