The Book of Humorous VerseCarolyn Wells |
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Page 45
... leave the slightest cause to weep Are those we passed in childhood or asleep ! ' Tis beautiful to leave the world awhile For the soft visions of the gentle night ; And free , at last , from mortal care or guile , To live as only in the ...
... leave the slightest cause to weep Are those we passed in childhood or asleep ! ' Tis beautiful to leave the world awhile For the soft visions of the gentle night ; And free , at last , from mortal care or guile , To live as only in the ...
Page 579
... leave to thee the mode of dying . " " Thy royal will be done - ' tis just , " Replied the wretch , and kissed the dust . " Since my last moment to assuage , Your majesty's humane decree Has deigned to leave the choice to me , I'll die ...
... leave to thee the mode of dying . " " Thy royal will be done - ' tis just , " Replied the wretch , and kissed the dust . " Since my last moment to assuage , Your majesty's humane decree Has deigned to leave the choice to me , I'll die ...
Page 884
... leave off , Or leave off where they should begin . There childhood , with naught of childish glee , Looks on the world with thoughtful brow ; ' Tis only the aged who laugh and crow , And cry " We have done with it now ! A singular race ...
... leave off , Or leave off where they should begin . There childhood , with naught of childish glee , Looks on the world with thoughtful brow ; ' Tis only the aged who laugh and crow , And cry " We have done with it now ! A singular race ...
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