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...' it is past midnight. I must to bed. The early service has spoilt me for nocturnal discussions.' ' The best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my boys.' sang Osborne, ineuphoniously—he had no idea of music. ' If you don't sing better than that...

...power, save in the fancy of the fool, or in the wit of the humourist. The one may tell us that — " The best of all ways to lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night." But we know that such theft deceives itself, is soon detected, and comes to a bad end. Or again —...

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...When the drowsy world is dreaming, love ! Then awake ! the heav'ns look bright, my dear ! 'Tin never too late for delight, my dear ! And the best of all...days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear ! • " Steal silently to Morna's Grove." See a translalation from the Irish, in Mr. Bunting's collection,...

...been amiable, honourable, and exemplary. Then awake ! — the heavens look bright, my dear, 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all...days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear. Mow all tile world is sleeping, love, But the Sage, his star-wateh keeping, love, And I whose star,...

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