 No," he cried, and shook his head, " Now is the time for play ; I cannot, will not, yet," he said, And bounded on his way. I asked him when a YOUTH, but then He stopped me with alarm — " Nay, leave the pledge for grave old men ; A drop can do no harm...  The Poetical Remains of Lucy Bell Westwood: With Some Account of Her Life - Page 30by Lucy Bell Westwood, James Henry Millard - 1850 - 119 pagesFull view - About this book
 | John William Kirton - 1878 - 278 pages
...asked the blooming sportive BOY, " SAY — WILL YOU COME AND SIGN ? Health beams within thy glistening eye ; Now is the golden time ! " But "No," he cried,...; I cannot, will not, YET, " he said, And bounded ou liis way. I asked him when a YOUTH, but then He stopped me with alarm — " Nay, leave the pledge... | |
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