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... dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose , And his cheek was like a rose In the snow . But now his nose is thin , And it rests upon his chin Like a staff , And a crook is in his back , And a melancholy crack In his laugh . I know it is ...
... dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose , And his cheek was like a rose In the snow . But now his nose is thin , And it rests upon his chin Like a staff , And a crook is in his back , And a melancholy crack In his laugh . I know it is ...
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... dead that lie between ; And both roll out , so full and near , Their music's mingling waves , They shake the grass , whose pennoned spear Leans on the narrow graves . The stranger parts the flaunting weeds , Whose seeds the winds have ...
... dead that lie between ; And both roll out , so full and near , Their music's mingling waves , They shake the grass , whose pennoned spear Leans on the narrow graves . The stranger parts the flaunting weeds , Whose seeds the winds have ...
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... dead , Who made their tomb a toy ? Whose ashes press that nameless bed ? Go , ask the village boy ! Lean o'er the slender western wall , Ye ever - roaming girls ; The breath that bids the blossom fall May lift your floating curls , To ...
... dead , Who made their tomb a toy ? Whose ashes press that nameless bed ? Go , ask the village boy ! Lean o'er the slender western wall , Ye ever - roaming girls ; The breath that bids the blossom fall May lift your floating curls , To ...
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Page 2 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 1 - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town.