The Flight Of Youth
Synopsis
YOUTH, thou art fled, - but where are all the charms Which, though with thee they came, and ed with thee, Should leave a perfume and sweet memory Of what they have been? All thy boons and harms Have perished quite. Thy oft-revered alarms Forsake the fluttering echo. Smiles and tears Die on my cheek, or, petrified with years,
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