Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . J^ That churlish season never frowned On early lovers yet ;—Oh, no—the world was newly crowned With flowers when first we met I Twas twilij;ht, and I bade you go, But still you held me fast ;It was the time of Roses,— We plucked them as we passed. What else could peer thy glowing cheek, That tears began to stud ?And when I asked the like of Love, You snatched a damask bud ; And ojied it to the dainty core. Still glowing to the last.—It was the time of Roses,

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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 . J^ That churlish season never frowned On early lovers yet ;—Oh, no—the world was newly crowned With flowers when first we met I Twas twilij;ht, and I bade you go, But still you held me fast ;It was the time of Roses,— We plucked them as we passed. What else could peer thy glowing cheek, That tears began to stud ?And when I asked the like of Love, You snatched a damask bud ; And ojied it to the dainty core. Still glowing to the last.—It was the time of Roses, We plucked them as wc passi^d. <S C« ?* ?* )

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