William Makepeace Thackeray,
Our American Holidays - Christmas
(1949)
“ Here we carouse. Singing, like them, Perched round the stem Of the jolly old tree. Here let us sport, Boys, as we sit — Laughter and wit Flashing so free. Life is but short — When we are gone. ”
William Makepeace Thackeray,
Our American Holidays - Christmas
(1949)
“ The prize be sometimes to the fool, The race not always to the swift: The strong may yield, the good may fall, The great man be a vulgar clown, The knave be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessly down. ”
William Makepeace Thackeray,
Our American Holidays - Christmas
(1949)
“ I'd say your woes were not less keen. Your hopes more vain than those of men, Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen At forty-five played o'er again. I'd say we suffer and we strive. Not less nor more as men than boys. ”
