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The Young Gray Head Grief hath been known to turn the young head gray,— To silver over in a single day The bright locks of the beautiful, their prime Scarcely o’erpast; as in the fearful time Of Gallia’s madness, that discrownèd head Serene, that on the accursèd altar bled... Poet: Caroline Bowles Southey	A poor young shepherd J'ai peur d'un baiser Comme d'une abeille. Je souffre et je veille Sans me reposer : J'ai peur d'un baiser ! Pourtant j'aime Kate Et ses yeux jolis. Elle est délicate, Aux longs traits pâlis. Oh ! que j'aime Kate ! C'est Saint-... Poet: Paul Verlaine	Not all die early, dying young — Not all die early, dying young — Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night — A Hoary Boy, I've known to drop Whole statured — by the side Of Junior of Fourscore — 'twas Act ... Poet:	The was a Young Lady of Bute * * * The was a Young Lady of Bute, Who played on a silver-gilt flute; She played several jigs, To her uncle's white pigs, That amusing Young Lady of Bute. Pub. 1846 ... Poet:
There was a young lady in blue * * * There was a young lady in blue, Who said, 'Is it you, Is it you?' When they said, 'Yes, it is,' -- She replied only, 'Whizz!' That ungracious young lady in blue. <... Poet:	There was a young lady in white * * * There was a young lady in white, Who looked out at the depths of the night; But the birds of the air, Filled her heart with despair, And oppressed that young lady in white. ... Poet:	There was a Young Lady of Clare * * * There was a Young Lady of Clare, Who was sadly pursued by a bear; When she found she was tired, She abruptly expired, That unfortunate Lady of Clare. <Publ. 1846> ... Poet:	There was a Young Lady of Dorking * * * There was a Young Lady of Dorking, Who bought a large bonnet for walking; But its color and size So bedazzled her eyes, That she very soon went back to Dorking. ... Poet:
There was a Young Lady of Hull * * * There was a Young Lady of Hull, Who was chased by a virulent bull; But she seized on a spade, And called out, 'Who's afraid?' Which distracted that virulent bull. ... Poet:	There was a Young Lady of Norway * * * There was a Young Lady of Norway, Who casually sat on a doorway; When the door squeezed her flat, She exclaimed... Poet: