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THE LAST GATHERING OF THE AUTHOR'S GRAPHIC AND POETICAL ABSURDITIES.


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Love hath grown old—his wings are moulting;
Some vow he still is young—mere raving!
Old Time, I know, hath given him a beard,
For by this light—I've seen him shaving!
Tho' Tabby's a virgin, and verging on fifty,
And blushes (through rouge) when you mention a kiss;
And wears a fair caxen too, curled à la Psyche,
Yet (patch'd tho' she be) she ne'er looks—a-miss.