Quote #17
The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone In the ranks of death you will find him His father's sword he hath girded on And his wild harp slung behind him.
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- 'Tis the last rose of Summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.
- And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
- Eyes of unholy blue.
- You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
- But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
- No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
- Believe me, if all those endearing young charms Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, Like fa…
- The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.