Why rush the thousands? Why this grand display
More quotes by Thomas Skinner
It is some jubilee;—it cannot be,
That death is hailed with such a savage glee.
Thinks, like a phoenix, ’tis her fate to rise
Pure from her ashes, to adorn the skies.
The pipe, the viol, and unceasing drum,
Proclaim to all, the blooming bride is come!
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