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The cozy fire is bright and gay, The merry kettle boils away and hums a cheerful song. I sing the saucer and the cup; Pray, Mary, fill the teapot up, And do not make it strong.
Barry Pain -
The baronet, in his old age, had been cast up by his vices on the shores of melancholy; heavy-eyed, grey-haired, bent, he seemed to pass through life as in a dream.
Barry Pain
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Perhaps the prayer that is offered when the time for praying is over is more terribly pathetic than any other. Yet one might hesitate to say that this prayer was unanswered.
Barry Pain -
Come little cottage girl, you seem to want my cup of tea; and will you take a little cream? Now tell the truth to me!
Barry Pain -
Modernity kills ghostly romance.
Barry Pain -
Outside everything was uncannily visible in the light of the full moon, but here in the dark shaded alleys the night was conscious of itself.
Barry Pain -
He was so disrespectful that it was believed that he spoke truth.
Barry Pain -
Anyone can prove anything except that anything's worth proving.
Barry Pain