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When I Was Still A Youthful Wight,

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When I was still a youthful wight,     So full of enjoyment and merry,     The painters used to assert, in spite,     That my features were small yes, very;     Yet then full many a beauteous child     With true affection upon me smil'd.     Now as a greybeard I sit here in state,     By street and by lane held in awe, sirs;     And may be seen, like old Frederick the Great,     On pipebowls, on cups, and on saucers.     Yet the beauteous maidens, they keep afar;     Oh vision of youth! Oh golden star!

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