St. 4.
Cf. Andrew Marvell, Upon the Death of Lord Hastings (1649): "Art indeed is long, but life is short".
A Psalm of Life (1839)
Source: Voices of the Night
“Like a drum my heart was beating,
And your kiss was sweet as wine,
But the joys of love are fleeting
For Pierrot and Columbine.”
Song The Carnival Is Over.
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English musician, songwriter and record producer 1934Related quotes
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When will the wind be aweary of blowing
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