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He was our leader and our guide; He was our saviour and our star. We walked in friendship by his sid… Yet set him where our heroes are. He taught disdain of fame and weal…
Ruins in Rome are four a penny, And here along the Appian Way I see the monuments of many Esteemed almighty in their day. .… Or so he makes me understand —
Toil’s a tunnel, there’s no way ou… For fellows, the like o’ me; A beggar wi’ only a crust an’ a cl… At the worst o’ the worst is free; but I work to eat, an’ I eat to w…
He hurried away, young heart of jo… And I watched him go, my beautifu… For my hair is grey, and his was g… And I’d loved him so, and I’m old… Ah yes, he was proud and swift and…
If fortune had not granted me To suck the Muse’s teats, I think I would have liked to be A sweeper of the streets; And city gutters glad to groom,
“Sow your wild oats in your youth,… But I say with deeper sooth: “Sow… I’ll be wise till I’m about seven… Then, by Gad! I’ll blossom out as… I’ll assume a dashing air, laugh w…
The portrait there above my bed They tell me is a work of art; My Wife,—since twenty years she’s… Her going nearly broke my heart. Alas! No little ones we had
He wrote a play; by day and night He strove with passion and delight… Yet knew, long ere the curtain dro… His drama was a sorry flop. In Parliament he sought a seat;
Give me a cabin in the woods Where not a human soul intrudes; Where I can sit beside a stream Beneath a balsam bough and deam, And every morning see arise
Day after day behold me plying My pen within an office drear; The dullest dog, till homeward hie… Then lo! I reign a king of cheer. A throne have I of padded leather…
I to a crumpled cabin came upon a hillside high, And with me was a withered dame As weariful as I. “It used to be our home,” she said…
I haled me a woman from the street… Shameless, but, oh, so fair! I bade her sit in the model’s seat And I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart uncle…
“Gather around me, children dear; The wind is high and the night is… Closer, little ones, snuggle near; Let’s seek a story of ages old; A magic tale of a bygone day,
An Englishman was Thomas Paine Who bled for liberty; But while his fight was far from v… He died in poverty: Though some are of the sober think…
A little mousey man he was With board, and chalk in hand; And millions were awestruck becaus… They couldn’t understand. Said he: “E equals Mc2: