Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . p^^ •^W Day and night, and night and day,Time, the mower, will not stay :We may hear him in our pathBy the falling barley-swath ;While vve sing with spirits blithe,We may hear his ringing scythe— Rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink-a-tink ! Time, the mower, cuts down and low, and great and small:Fear him not, for we will growReady like the field we mow ;Like the bending barley for Times whetted scythe. Rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink, rink-a-t

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Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . p^^ •^W Day and night, and night and day,Time, the mower, will not stay :We may hear him in our pathBy the falling barley-swath ;While vve sing with spirits blithe,We may hear his ringing scythe— Rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink-a-tink ! Time, the mower, cuts down and low, and great and small:Fear him not, for we will growReady like the field we mow ;Like the bending barley for Times whetted scythe. Rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink-a-tink ..

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