THOMAS HOOD
And gentle youth, and maidens gay, And snowy plumes they wore
It would have been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more'
Alas, alas' fair Ines,
She went away with song, With Music waiting on her steps,
And shoutings of the throng; But some were sad, and felt no mirth,
But only Music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, farewell,
To her you've loved so long.
Farewell, farewell, fair Incs!
That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck,
Nor danced so light before, Alas for pleasure on the sea,
And sorrow on the shore' The smile that bless'd one lover's heart
Has broken many more'
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��Time of Roses
T was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses
We pluck'd them as we pass'd'
That churlish season never frown 'd
On early lovers yet. O no the world was newly crown'd
With flowers when first we met!
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