Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
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Gustav Klimt Kiss painting
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¡¡¡¡How the time wears, I know not; until I am recalled by my child-wife's old companion. More restless than he was, he crawls out of his house, and looks at me, and wanders to the door, and whines to go upstairs. ¡¡¡¡'Not tonight, Jip! Not tonight!' ¡¡¡¡He comes very slowly back to me, licks my hand, and lifts his dim eyes to my face. ¡¡¡¡'Oh, Jip! It may be, never again!' ¡¡¡¡He lies down at my feet, stretches himself out as if to sleep, and with a plaintive cry,
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is dead. ¡¡¡¡'Oh, Agnes! Look, look, here!' ¡¡¡¡- That face, so full of pity, and of grief, that rain of tears, that awful mute appeal to me, that solemn hand upraised towards Heaven! ¡¡¡¡'Agnes?' ¡¡¡¡It is over. Darkness comes before my eyes; and, for a time, all things are blotted out of my remembrance. ¡¡¡¡