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REGRETTED PAST TIME.
Upwards my hand I lift,
To seize a lambent blossom,
Whose glow-worm is a gift,
To canker on my bosom,
No more of this away, away,
The charms of which life to ills betray,
And dim our microcosm.
To seize a lambent blossom,
Whose glow-worm is a gift,
To canker on my bosom,
No more of this away, away,
The charms of which life to ills betray,
And dim our microcosm.
What is the vivid gleam,
A light from fools we borrow,
To-day a transient dream,
Which sinks in gloom to-morrow,
Ye flitting belles adieu, adieu,
I cannot spend the day with you,
Whose sun goes down in sorrow.
A light from fools we borrow,
To-day a transient dream,
Which sinks in gloom to-morrow,
Ye flitting belles adieu, adieu,
I cannot spend the day with you,
Whose sun goes down in sorrow.
Come down from pleasure's throne,
Whose lights but darkly glimmer,
Tho' up they high were blown,
But now, alas! grow dimmer,
Let me sweet virtue's fields explore,
No more of this, no more, no more,
Which keeps life in a tremor.
Whose lights but darkly glimmer,
Tho' up they high were blown,
But now, alas! grow dimmer,
Let me sweet virtue's fields explore,
No more of this, no more, no more,
Which keeps life in a tremor.
Adieu my fair gazelle,
Thou hast no lasting treasure,
No more fond tales I tell,
To gain at twilight pleasure,
Pleasure is gone I know not where.
Not ever true if ever here,
If so but short the measure.
Thou hast no lasting treasure,
No more fond tales I tell,
To gain at twilight pleasure,
Pleasure is gone I know not where.
Not ever true if ever here,
If so but short the measure.
102
High, high, the buck may mount,
But falls as soon forever,
What is the next account?
He fell his bones to shiver,
And hence it floats upon the gale,
The buck left nothing but his tail,
Which fell his neck to sever.
But falls as soon forever,
What is the next account?
He fell his bones to shiver,
And hence it floats upon the gale,
The buck left nothing but his tail,
Which fell his neck to sever.
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