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Pàgina 25 - YESTERDAY This Day's Madness did prepare; TO-MORROW'S Silence, Triumph, or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
Pàgina 11 - The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes — or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two — is gone.
Pàgina 8 - And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted — "Open then the door! You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
Pàgina 31 - Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
Pàgina 16 - For I remember stopping by the way To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay : And with its all-obliterated Tongue It murmur'd — ' Gently, Brother, gently, pray !
Pàgina 12 - And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend — ourselves to make a Couch...
Pàgina 24 - But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days ; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.