Poems by Hartley Coleridge With a Memoir of his Life by his Brother. In Two Volumes |
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VALENTINE, BY AN AGED LOVER. |
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VALENTINE, BY AN AGED LOVER.
Some ladies like a man whose hair
Is bright as threads of gold,
Some the dark youth and some the fair,
But few the man that's old.
My locks were jetty black in May,
But latest autumn makes them grey.
Where is the maiden that will twine
Round doddered oak, a lithe woodbine,
And choose an old man for her valentine.
Is bright as threads of gold,
Some the dark youth and some the fair,
But few the man that's old.
My locks were jetty black in May,
But latest autumn makes them grey.
Where is the maiden that will twine
Round doddered oak, a lithe woodbine,
And choose an old man for her valentine.
'Twere vain to say thou wilt be free
To merry be or grave;
Better an old man's darling be,
Than be a young man's slave.
'Twere vain to talk of common sense,
And lessons of experience;
For tears that in the dim eye shine,
And trace the wrinkle's furrowed line,
Were never shed by winsome valentine.
To merry be or grave;
Better an old man's darling be,
Than be a young man's slave.
'Twere vain to talk of common sense,
And lessons of experience;
For tears that in the dim eye shine,
And trace the wrinkle's furrowed line,
Were never shed by winsome valentine.
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