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No. 11: Recit. and Song (Jane)
"Sad is that woman's lot...
Silver'd is the raven hair"
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Jane.
Sad is that woman's lot who, year by year, Sees, one by one, her beauties disappear, When Time, grown weary of her heart-drawn sighs, Impatiently begins to dim her eyes! Compelled, at last, in life's uncertain gloamings, To wreathe her wrinkled brow with well-saved "combings," Reduced, with rouge, lip-salve, and pearly grey, To "make up" for lost time as best she may! Silvered is the raven hair, Spreading is the parting straight, Mottled the complexion fair, Halting is the youthful gait, Hollow is the laughter free, |
Spectacled the limpid eye, Fading is the taper waist, |
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