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Where, though I, by sour physician,
Am debarr'd the full fruition
Of thy favours, I may catch
Some collateral sweets, and snatch
Sidelong odours, that give life
Like glances from a neighbour's wife,
And still live in the by-places
And the suburbs of thy graces;
And in thy borders take delight,
An unconquer'd Canaanite.


For their eldest Sister's hair
Martha does a wreath

Of bridal rose, ornate and gay
To-morrow is the wedding day.

She is going.

Mary, youngest of the three,
Laughing idler, full of glee,
Arm in arm does fondly chain her,
Thinking (poor trifler!) to detain her ;

But she's going

Vex not, maidens, nor regret
Thus to part with Margaret.
Charms like yours can never stay
Long within doors; and one day

You'll be going THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school.

days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom

cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.


I loved a love once, fairest among women; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see

herAll, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man,
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly:
Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my

childhood. Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelle


So might we talk of the old familiar faces

How some they have died, and some they have

left me,

And some are taken from me ; all are departed, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

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