I hold that all the evil we know on earth finds in this violence done to love its true and legitimate birth.
Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago, Tall and slender, and sallow and dry; His form was bent, and his gait was slow, His long thin hair was white as… - George Arnold
Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago, Tall and slender, and sallow and dry; His form was bent, and his gait was slow, His long thin hair was white as…
- George Arnold
A silence reigns upon the air, Upon the pansies by the shore, Upon the violets, pale and fair, Upon the willow, bending o'er; The reeds and lilies si… - George Arnold
A silence reigns upon the air, Upon the pansies by the shore, Upon the violets, pale and fair, Upon the willow, bending o'er; The reeds and lilies si…
The glass of your life is darkened, and darkly through it you see distorted and ghastly fragments of duty and destiny. - George Arnold
The glass of your life is darkened, and darkly through it you see distorted and ghastly fragments of duty and destiny.
Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer. - George Arnold
Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer.
But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross, love is loss, so if I gulp my sorrows down, or see them drown in foamy draughts of old nut-brown, then I do w… - George Arnold
But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross, love is loss, so if I gulp my sorrows down, or see them drown in foamy draughts of old nut-brown, then I do w…
Experience is bitter, but its teachings we retain; It has taught me this--who once has loved, loves never on earth again! - George Arnold
Experience is bitter, but its teachings we retain; It has taught me this--who once has loved, loves never on earth again!
I love this simple maiden, She grows upon me more and more, And--ask the moon who 't was that kissed, Last night upon the shore! - George Arnold
I love this simple maiden, She grows upon me more and more, And--ask the moon who 't was that kissed, Last night upon the shore!
O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And p… - George Arnold
O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And p…
I hold that all the evil we know on earth finds in this violence done to love its true and legitimate birth. - George Arnold
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