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 Ines !

That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck,

Nor danced so light before, Alas for pleasure on the sea, The smile that bless'd one lover's heart

Has broken many more !

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��651. 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

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