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Page 56
I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fallen into the sere , the yellow leaf :
And that which should accompany old age , As honour , love , obedience , troops
of friends , I must not look to have ; but in their stead , Curses , not loud , but deep
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I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fallen into the sere , the yellow leaf :
And that which should accompany old age , As honour , love , obedience , troops
of friends , I must not look to have ; but in their stead , Curses , not loud , but deep
...
Page 159
... Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore . So blessed a life these
thoughtless realms display , Thus idly busy rolls their world away : Theirs are
those arts that mind to mind endear , For honour forms the social temper here :
Honour , that ...
... Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore . So blessed a life these
thoughtless realms display , Thus idly busy rolls their world away : Theirs are
those arts that mind to mind endear , For honour forms the social temper here :
Honour , that ...
Page 363
So it is : yet let us sing , Honour to the old bow string ! Honour to the bugle horn !
Honour to the woods unshorn ! Honour to the Lincoln green Honour to the archer
keen ! Honour to bold Robin Hood , Sleeping in the underwood ! Honour to ...
So it is : yet let us sing , Honour to the old bow string ! Honour to the bugle horn !
Honour to the woods unshorn ! Honour to the Lincoln green Honour to the archer
keen ! Honour to bold Robin Hood , Sleeping in the underwood ! Honour to ...
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