A Song Of A Young Lady To Her Ancient Lover

"My light thou art, without thy glorious sight My eyes are darkened with eternal night; My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light. Thou art my wa"

"Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who f*cks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do hear From those that diet at the Bear), Wh"

"All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams giv'n o'er, Whose images are kept in store By memory alone."

"Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why Does that eclipsing hand of thine deny The sunshine of the Sun's enlivening eye? Without thy light what"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"