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Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
He will go back to the old faith he learnt
Beside his mother's knee.
He will go back to the old faith he learnt
Beside his mother's knee.
Well may hee smell fire, whose gowne burnes.
[Well may he smell fire, whose gown burns.]
Well may hee smell fire, whose gowne burnes.
[Well may he smell fire, whose gown burns.]
It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave
fault to speak of matters read more
It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave
fault to speak of matters on which we should be silent.
'Tis gone: a thousand such have slipt
Away from my embraces:
And fallen into the dusty crypt
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'Tis gone: a thousand such have slipt
Away from my embraces:
And fallen into the dusty crypt
Of darken'd forms and faces.
The more honesty a man has the less he affects the air of a
saint.
The more honesty a man has the less he affects the air of a
saint.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
