Would grace a summer's queen.
Rokeby. Canto iii. Stanza 16.
Thus aged men, full loth and slow,
The vanities of life forego,
And count their youthful follies o'er,
Till Memory lends her light no more.
Rokeby. Canto v. Stanza 1.
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No pale gradations quench his ray,
No twilight dews his wrath allay.