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Troy owes to Homer what whist owes to Hoyle.
Troy owes to Homer what whist owes to Hoyle.
Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more
Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.
We should all endure our own grievances rather than detract from
the comforts of others.
We should all endure our own grievances rather than detract from
the comforts of others.
It is not permitted that we should know everything.
It is not permitted that we should know everything.
This is no time for staring about.
This is no time for staring about.
