George Arnold

But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross, love is loss, so if I gulp my sorrows down, or read more

But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross, love is loss, so if I gulp my sorrows down, or see them drown in foamy draughts of old nut-brown, then I do wear the crown, without the cross!

And he sang every night as he went to bed. 'Let us be happy down here below: the living should read more

And he sang every night as he went to bed. 'Let us be happy down here below: the living should live, though the dead be dead.' Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago.

Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, read more

Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer.

O sweet September, they first breezes bring the dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, the cool fresh air whence read more

O sweet September, they first breezes bring the dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, the cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring and promise of exceeding joy hereafter.

The living need more charity than the dead

The living need more charity than the dead