John Byrom

Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eye
We late saw streaming o'er.

Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eye
We late saw streaming o'er.

Famed
For every branch of every science known.

Famed
For every branch of every science known.

Rose, what is become of thy delicate hue?
And where is the violet's beautiful blue?
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Rose, what is become of thy delicate hue?
And where is the violet's beautiful blue?
Does aught of its sweetness the blossom beguile?
That meadow, those daisies, why do they not smile?

My hair is grey, but not with years.

My hair is grey, but not with years.

Some say, compared to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;
Others aver, that he to Handel
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Some say, compared to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;
Others aver, that he to Handel
Is scarcely fit to hold a Candle:
Strange all this difference should be,
'Twixt Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee!