At The Burns Centennial (James Russell Lowell Poems)
IA hundred years! they're quickly fled, With all their joy and sorrow;Their dead leaves shed upon the dead, Their fresh ones sprung ...
IA hundred years! they're quickly fled, With all their joy and sorrow;Their dead leaves shed upon the dead, Their fresh ones sprung ...
I'D rather live in Bohemia than in any other land;For only there are the values true,And the laurels gathered in ...
To have a business of my own With toil and tears, I wore my fingers to the bone For weary ...
'A ticket for the lottery I've purchased every week,' said she 'For years a score Though desperately poor am I, ...
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