 | Songs and poems(1866) |  |
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OLD AGE THOSE BEAUTIES WILL IMPAIR.
O think my too, too cruel fair,
Old age those beauties will impair;
A few, short-pleasing triumphs past,
Themselves shall fall a prey at last.
Old age those beauties will impair;
A few, short-pleasing triumphs past,
Themselves shall fall a prey at last.
That cheek, where fairest red and white,
The lily and the rose unite;
That cheek its every charm shall lose
Like a brown leaf at autumn's close.
The lily and the rose unite;
That cheek its every charm shall lose
Like a brown leaf at autumn's close.
Then shall the glass thy change betray,
Then shalt thou fetch a sigh and say,
Why came not these kind thoughts before,
Or why return my charms no more.
Then shalt thou fetch a sigh and say,
Why came not these kind thoughts before,
Or why return my charms no more.
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