The Ingoldsby Legends or, Mirth and Marvels. By Thomas Ingoldsby [i.e. R. H. Barham] |
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“Dear Friend,” it continued, “all's up with me—I
Have nothing on earth now to do but to die!
And, as death clears all scores, you're no longer my debtor;
I should take it as kind Could you come—never mind—
If you're love don't persaude you, why,—don't let this letter!”
Have nothing on earth now to do but to die!
And, as death clears all scores, you're no longer my debtor;
I should take it as kind Could you come—never mind—
If you're love don't persaude you, why,—don't let this letter!”
| The Ingoldsby Legends | |