Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Daily Dose

From The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott


"What voice was like thine, that could sing of to-morrow,
Till forgot in the strain was the grief of to-day!
But when friends drop around us in life's weary waning,
The grief, Queen of Numbers, thou canst not assuage"

From Farewell to the Muse (1822)

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