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A man of three letters, " F U R."
A man of three letters, " F U R."
So still we glide down to the sea
Of fathomless eternity.
So still we glide down to the sea
Of fathomless eternity.
We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
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We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.
The first and last frosts are the worst.
The first and last frosts are the worst.
The finishing stroke of all sorrow.
The finishing stroke of all sorrow.
The same dish cooked over and over again wears out the irksome
life of the teacher.
The same dish cooked over and over again wears out the irksome
life of the teacher.
O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!
O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!
The abuse of cabmen in a block.
The abuse of cabmen in a block.
