When you shall see me lined by tool of Time,
My lauded beauties carried off from me,
My eyes no longer stars as in their prime,
My name forgot of Maiden Fair and Free;
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A wonderfully observed poem on the transience of beauty and youth and the hope that love endures beyond the ephemeral aesthetic. The closing plea 'Will you not grant to old affection’s claim
The hand of friendship down Life’s sunless hill? ' Surely, one of the finest lines in English literature...
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A wonderfully observed poem on the transience of beauty and youth and the hope that love endures beyond the ephemeral aesthetic. The closing plea 'Will you not grant to old affection’s claim The hand of friendship down Life’s sunless hill? ' Surely, one of the finest lines in English literature...