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33190	nan	A Book of Epigrams			.txt	text/plain	1743	202	93	Summer, a music without hint of death: Nature I loved, and next to nature, art. I warm'd both hands before the fire of life: As the face of the stranger who smiled as we passed in the crowded Our life is a glimmer, a flutter, a memory, fading, yet sweet! EPIGRAM ON THE DEATH OF EDWARD FORBES. He woo'd and won her; and, by love made bold, To lay his head on--and his country's tears. [Thomas William Parsons He left sweet memories in the hearts of men And climbed to God on little children's love. Yet, through the dear God's love, I also show It is a hag whom Life denies his kiss The strained, white faces of the men who failed. Thou canst not move thy staff in air, Why e'en to-day's too late, the wise lived yesterday. Three thousand years apart! Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,	./cache/33190.txt	./txt/33190.txt