John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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Bartholomew Dowling. (18231863) |
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1 | We meet neath the sounding rafter, And the walls around are bare; As they shout back our peals of laughter It seems that the dead are there. Ho! stand to your glasses steady! T is all we have left to prize. A cup to the dead already, Hurrah for the next that dies! 1 |
The Revel: Time of the Famine and Plague in India. |
2 | Who dreads to the dust returning? Who shrinks from the sable shore, Where the high and haughty yearning Of the soul can sting no more? |
The Revel: Time of the Famine and Plague in India. |
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