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It's precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and therefore no proper meaning, that sound true to life.
It's precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and therefore no proper meaning, that sound true to life.
There's a fount about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to read more
There's a fount about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to glow,
There's a flower about to blow;
There's a midnight blackness changing
Into gray;
Men of thought and men of action,
Clear the way.
To-morrow, didst thou say?
Methought I heard Horatio say, To-morrow!
Go to--I will not hear it. To-morrow!
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To-morrow, didst thou say?
Methought I heard Horatio say, To-morrow!
Go to--I will not hear it. To-morrow!
'Tis a sharper--who stakes his penury
Against thy plenty--takes thy ready cash,
And pays thee naught but wishes, hopes, and promises,
The currency of idiots--injurious bankrupt,
That gulls the easy creditor!
Oh! to be wafted away
From this black Aceldama of sorrow,
Where the dust of an earthy read more
Oh! to be wafted away
From this black Aceldama of sorrow,
Where the dust of an earthy to-day
Makes the earth of a dusty to-morrow.
To-morrow never yet
On any human being rose or set.
To-morrow never yet
On any human being rose or set.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
May my lot no less fortunate be
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In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
May my lot no less fortunate be
Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining,
And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea;
With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn,
While I carol away idle sorrow,
And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn,
Look forward with hope for to-morrow.
If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment.
If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment.
You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays.
You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays.