Lines
Dublin Core
Title
Lines
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Oh! tell me not of years that are past,
Tell me not of the gay wrought scenes,
Tho' time has laid a kindly hand
Seek we on earth its short-liv'd joys,
The present let us call our own,
The present let me know;
Recall not all that's fled so fast,In life's quick changing flow,
Tell me not of the gay wrought scenes,
We've known in days of yore,
Oh cease to think, they ere have been,Like dreams, they'll be no more.
Tho' time has laid a kindly hand
On us, yet has he given,
Our hearts a change, or has he fan'dThe flame that lights to Heaven.
Seek we on earth its short-liv'd joys,
Transient as they are bright,
Why! plant we flowers which care destroys,Ere they have burst to light.
The present let us call our own,
The future time will ope;
One gives us joys before unknown,The other whispers, hope.
Creator
Rosa
Source
1:46, p. 184
Date
1828.02.08
Collection
Citation
Rosa, “Lines,” Periodical Poets, accessed April 29, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/111.
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