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Title: Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years
Year: 1867 (1860s)
Authors: Thornbury, Walter, 1828-1876
Subjects: English poetry
Publisher: London : Sampson, Low, Son and Marston
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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cannot sure have wrought the ill : Though worn in this worlds sickening strife,In soul and form, I linger still In the first summer month of life;\et journey on my path below,Oh I how unlike ten years ago I Ikit look not llius : I would not give The wreck of hopes that thou must share,To bid those joyous hours revive When all around me seemed so fair.Weve wandered on in sunny weather. When winds were low and flowers in bloom.And hand in hand have kept together, And still will keep, mid storm and gloom ;Endeared by ties wc could not knowWhen life was )oung—ten years ago! Has fortune frowned.^ Her frowns were \ain, For hearts like ours she could not chill ;Have friends proved false? Their love might wane, But ours grew fonder, firmer still.Twin barks on this worlds changing wave, Stedfast in calms, in tempests tried ;In concert still our fate well brave, Together cleave lifes fitful tide ;Nor mourn, whatever winds may blow.Youths first wild dreams— ten years ago I 22; (-, r. .1 .1 4
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Have wc not knelt beside his bed. And watched our first-born blossom die?Hoped till the shade of hope had fled, Then wept till feelings fount was dry?Was it not sweet in that dark hour To think, mid mutual tears and sighs,Our bud had left its earthly bower,* And burst to bloom in Paradise?What to the thought that soothed that woeWere heartless joys—ten years ago ? Yes, it is sweet, when heaven is bright, To share its sunny beams with thee ;But sweeter far, mid clouds and blight, To have thee near to weep with me.Then dry those tears—though something changed From what we were in earlier youth.Time that hath hopes and friends estranged Hath left us love in all its truth ;Sweet feelings we would not foregoFor lifes best joys—ten years ago. * Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,Death came with friendly care,The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,And bade it blossom there. COLERUJGE

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