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Pagina 3 - I'd give if a sure way I knew, How to tbaw and resolve my stout flesh into dew ! How happy were I if no sin were self-slaughter! For I'd then throw myself and my cares in the water. Derry down, down, down, derry down. How weary, how profitless, — stale, and how flat, Seem to me all life's uses, its joys, and all that: This world is a garden unweeded ; and clearly Not worth living for — things rank and gross hold it merely.
Pagina 71 - How science dwindles, and how volumes swell. How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the Sun.
Pagina 9 - I'll speak to thee, thou look'st so like my dad. In a trim grave so snugly wast thou lain, Say what the devil brought...
Pagina 23 - Here we go up, up, tip."} When a man becomes tir'd of his life, The question is, " to be, or not to be ?" For before he dare finish the strife, His reflections most serious ought to be. When his troubles too numerous grow, And he knows of no method to mend them, Had he best bear them tamely, or no ? Or by stoutly opposing them end them ? Ri tol de rol, Sfc.
Pagina 53 - And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead; Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow All flaxen was his poll, He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan: God ha