""Come, come" said Tom's father, "at your time of life,
There's no longer excuse for thus playing the rake
It is time you should think, boy, of taking a wife."
"Why, so it is, fatherwhose wife shall I take?"" Thomas Moore (1779-1852), Irish poet. "A Joke Versified." |
"At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved when life was warm in thine eye," Thomas Moore (1779-1852), Irish poet. At the Mid Hour of Night (l. 1-2). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press. |
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