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Ah, Lalage! while life is ours,
Hoard not thy beauty rose and white,
But pluck the pretty, fleeting flowers
That deck our little path of light:
For all too soon we twain shall tread
The bitter pastures of the dead:
Estranged, sad spectres of the night.

— Ernest Dowson Verses (1896)

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The fairest face of all is the face I have not seen.

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O pray the earth enfold
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Ah, God, that sweet things should decline,
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Erewhile.

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