First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends–
It gives a lovely light!
First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends–
It gives a lovely light!
I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy.
Poor Huck was too distressed to smile, but the old man laughed loud and joyously, shook up the details of…
Every high C accurately struck demolishes the theory that we are the irresponsible puppets of fate or chance.