One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.
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On his bold visage middle age Had slightly pressed its signet sage, Yet had not quenched the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth; Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare, The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire, Of hasty love or headlong ire.
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Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.
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