Their only Labour was to kill the Time ; And Labour dire it is, and weary Woe. . They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle Rhyme ; Then, rising sudden, to the Glass they go, Or saunter forth, with tottering Step and slow : This soon too rude an Exercise... Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Página 3761822Vista completa
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George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates - 1862
...society is often no higher than that of a polypus over which the tide floats. ' His only labour is to kill the time,- — And labour dire it is, and weary woe." " This reads severe ; but we doubt not there are many who could instance some " little Lord Linger"...