O'er hill and field October's glories fade; O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down the forest glade, Where naked branches make a fitful shade, And the lost blooms of Autumn withered lie.
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…
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…
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!
Life for the living, and rest for the dead! - George Arnold
Life for the living, and rest for the dead!
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