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Gather ye rosebuds as ye may, Old Time is still a flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds as ye may, Old Time is still a flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. Herrick

Samuel L. Schmucker

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sicle’s compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But beats it out ev’n to the edge of doom. Shakespeare

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sicle’s compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But beats it out ev’n to the edge of doom. Shakespeare

Samuel L. Schmucker

She listened with flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace Nor well she knew could not choose But gaze upon her face. Coleridge

She listened with flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace Nor well she knew could not choose But gaze upon her face. Coleridge

Samuel L. Schmucker

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless clime and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes. Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless clime and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes. Byron

Samuel L. Schmucker

Why are Nature’s beauties felt? Oh tis thine in her we see! Why has musie power to melt? Oh! Because it speaks like thee. All that’s sweet, by Love’s decree, Has been made resembling thee! Thomas Moore

Why are Nature’s beauties felt? Oh tis thine in her we see! Why has musie power to melt? Oh! Because it speaks like thee. All that’s sweet, by Love’s decree, Has been made resembling thee! Thomas Moore

Samuel L. Schmucker