 | John Poole - 1810 - 122 pagina’s
...nothing more—- And by sleeping to say ice end sorrow, And pain, and ten thousand things more — O, 1 wish it were my turn to-morrow ! But, perchance, in...often — Now, however capricious 't may seem, I've no notion of dreams in a coffin. Ri tol de rol, «fc. t Tis the doubt of our ending all snugly That makes... | |
 | John Poole - 1814 - 136 pagina’s
...— nothing more — And by sleeping to say we end sorrow, And pain, and ten thousand things more — O, I wish it were my turn to-morrow ! But, perchance,...very often — Now, however capricious 't may seem, 1' ve 110 notion of dreams in a coffin. Ei tol de rol, $:. Tis the doubt of our ending all snugly That... | |
 | John Poole - 1816 - 146 pagina’s
...— nothing more — And by sleeping to say we end sorrow, And pain, and ten thousand things more — O, I wish it were my turn to-morrow! But, perchance,...often — Now, however capricious 't may seem, I've no relish for dreams in a coffin. Tis the doubt of our ending all snugly That makes us with life thus... | |
 | John Poole - 1817 - 144 pagina’s
...— nothing more — And by sleeping to say we end sorrow, And pain, and ten thousand things more — O, I wish it were my turn to-morrow! But, perchance,...often — Now, however capricious 't may seem, I've no relish for dreams in a coffin. Hi tol de rol, Tis the doubt of our ending all snugly That makes us... | |
 | 1885 - 304 pagina’s
...sleep-— nothing more — And by sleeping to say we end sorrow, And pain, and ten thousand things more — O, I wish it were my turn to-morrow ! But, perchance,...often — Now, however capricious 't may seem, I've no notion of dreams in a coffin. Ri-tol-de-rol, etc. 'Tis the doubt of our ending all snugly, That makes... | |
 | William Davenport Adams - 1891 - 260 pagina’s
...nothing more — And by sleeping to say we end sorrow, And pain, and ten thousand things more, — Oh, I wish it were my turn to-morrow ! But, perchance,...often — Now, however capricious 't may seem, I've no notion of dreams in a coffin. "Pis the doubt of our ending all snugly, That makes us with life thus... | |
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O, I wish it were my turn to-morrow! But, perchance, in that sleep we may dream, For we dream in our beds very often — Now, however capricious 't may seem, I've no relish for dreams in a coffin. 