Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing, Nothing but bones, The sad effect of sadder groans: Thy mouth was open, but thou couldst not sing. Literature
Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing, Nothing but bones, The sad effect of sadder groans: Thy mouth was open, but thou couldst not sing.
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Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. Literature
Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will.