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190 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Love not! the things ye love may change : The rosy lip may cease to smile on you,
The kindly-beaming eye grow cold and strange, The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true. Love not! |
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Love not! the thing you love may die,
May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;
The silent sta*s, the blue and smiling sky, Beam o'er its grave, as once upon its birth. Love not!
Love not ! oh, warning vainly said
In present hours as in the years gone by;
Love flings a halo round the dear one's head, Faultless, immortal, till they change or die. Love not! |
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THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE
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ORD was brought to the Danish king (Hurry !) That the love of his heart lay suffering, And pined for the comfort his voice would bring;
(Oh ! ride as though you were flying !) Better he loves each golden curl On the brow of that Scandinavian girl Than his rich crown jewels of ruby and pearl! And his rose of the isles is dying ! |
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