The glass of your life is darkened, and darkly through it you see distorted and ghastly fragments of duty and destiny.
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
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!
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…
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…
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…
I hold that all the evil we know on earth finds in this violence done to love its true and legitimate birth. - George Arnold
I hold that all the evil we know on earth finds in this violence done to love its true and legitimate birth.
The glass of your life is darkened, and darkly through it you see distorted and ghastly fragments of duty and destiny. - George Arnold
I let my summer days pass idly on. - George Arnold
I let my summer days pass idly on.
What rare days were those, When my chief duty was to write a song. - George Arnold
What rare days were those, When my chief duty was to write a song.
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