To The Terrestrial Globe. By A Miserable Wretch
Roll on, thou ball, roll on! Through pathless realms of Space Roll on! What, though I'm in a sorry case? What, though I cannot meet my bills? What, though I suffer toothache's ills? What, though I swallow countless pills? Never you mind! Roll on! Roll on, thou ball, roll on! Through seas of inky air Roll on! It's true I've got no shirts to wear; It's true my butcher's bill is due; It's true my prospects all look blue But don't let that unsettle you! Never you mind! Roll on! (It rolls on.)
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"Roll on, thou ball, roll on!..."
This evocative piece by William Schwenck Gilbert, titled "To The Terrestrial Globe. By A Miserable Wretch", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...