 Cheat and be cheated, and die: who knows ? we are ashes and dust. IX Peace sitting under her olive, and slurring the days gone by, When the poor are hovell'd and hustled together, each sex, like swine, When only the ledger lives, and when only not all...  The Dublin university magazine - Page 339by University magazine - 1855Full view - About this book
 | William Lonsdale Watkinson, William Theophilus Davison - 1856 - 586 pages
...I too may passively take the print Of the golden age—why not ? I have neither hope nor trust; May make my heart as a millstone, set my face as a flint,...who knows ? we are ashes and dust, " Peace sitting nnder her olive, and slurring the days gone by, When the poor are hovell'd and huddled together, each... | |
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...too may passively take the print Of the golden age — why not ? I have neither hope nor trust : Hay make my heart as a millstone, set my face as a flint,...cheated, and die : who knows ? we are ashes and dust." Is that poetry ? Is it even respectable verse ? Is it not altogether an ill-conceived and worse-expressed... | |
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...of Cain, is it better or worse Than the heart of the citizen hissing in war on his own hearthstone? Peace sitting under her olive, and slurring the days gone by, When the poor are hovel'd and hustled together, each sex, like swino. 32 The Muscular Novel. 33 When only the ledger... | |
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