Sylvie and Bruno
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SYLVIE AND BRUNO
Is all our Life, then, but a dream
Seen faintly in the golden gleam
Athwart Time’s dark resistless stream?
Bowed to the earth with bitter woe,
Or laughing at some raree-show,
We flutter idly to and fro.
Man’s little Day in haste we spend,
And, from its merry noontide, send
No glance to meet the silent end.
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Chicago: Lewis Carroll, "Sylvie and Bruno," Sylvie and Bruno Original Sources, accessed October 3, 2024, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DBFI3UIKQRJM1TL.
MLA: Carroll, Lewis. "Sylvie and Bruno." Sylvie and Bruno, Original Sources. 3 Oct. 2024. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DBFI3UIKQRJM1TL.
Harvard: Carroll, L, 'Sylvie and Bruno' in Sylvie and Bruno. Original Sources, retrieved 3 October 2024, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DBFI3UIKQRJM1TL.
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