“O give me new figures! I can't go on dancing The same that were taught me ten seasons ago; The schoolmaster over the land is advancing, Then why is the master of dancing so slow? It is such a bore to be always caught tripping In dull uniformity year after year; Invent something new, and you'll set me a skipping: I want a new figure to dance with my Dear!” WantGivingYearsI CanLandFiguresTaughtMastersGoes OnTenSeasonsGive MeDancingDearCaughtDullSomething NewBoresAdvancingUniformityTripping Author:Thomas Haynes Bayly
“Where's the hope that can abate The grief of hearts thus desolate That can Youth's keenest pangs assuage, And mitigate the gloom of Age? Religion bids the tempest cease, And, leads her to a port of peace; And on, the lonely pilot steers Through the lapse of future years.” YearsHeartAgeHopeGriefYouthLonelyCeasePilotsGloomPortSteersTempestDesolateLapses Book:Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems Source: Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems
