The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.
Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797 - 1839)
Source: The Rose that all are praising.
Contributed by: Zaady
She wore a wreath of roses The night that first we met. She wore a Wreath.
Source: She wore a Wreath.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Source: Long, long ago.
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
Source: Teach me to forget.
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