Quote #1

Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.

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  1. A Persian's heaven is easily made: 'Tis but black eyes and lemonade.
  2. Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of…
  3. I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed!
  4. What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
  5. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumphed-his people are free.
  6. Oh, call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.
  7. Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me!
  8. Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid.

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