热心网友
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelfSo it stood ninety years on the floorIt was taller by half than the old man himselfThought it weighed not a penny weight moreIt was bought on the mom of the day that he was bornAnd was always hid treasure and prideBut it stopped short, never to go againWhen the old man diedIn watching it's pendulum swing to and forMany hours had he spent while a boyAnd in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to knowAnd to share both his grief and his joyFor it struck twenty-four when he entered at the doorWith a blooming and beautiful brideBut it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man diedNinety years without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man diedMy grandfather said that old those he could hireNot a servant so faithful he found For it wasted no time and had but one desireAt the close of each week-to be wouldAnd it kept in its place, not a frown upon its faceAnd its hands never hug by its sideBut it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man diedIt rang an alarm in the dead of the nightAn alarm that for years had been dumbAnd we knew that his spirit was pluming for flightThat his hour of departure had comeStill the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chimeAs we silently stood by his sideBut it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man diedNinety years without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)It stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died 。
热心网友
My grandfather's clockWas too large for the shelfSo it stood ninety years on the floorIt was taller by halfThan the old man himselfThough it weighed not a pennyweight moreIt was bought on the mornOf the day that he was bornAnd was always his treasure and prideBut it stopped shortNever to go againWhen the old man diedNinety years without slumberingTick, tock, tick, tockHis life seconds numberingTick, tock, tick, tockIt stopped shortNever to go againWhen the old man diedIt watching its pendulumSwing to and froMany hours had he spent while a boyAnd in childhood and manhoodThe clock seemed to knowAnd to share both his grief and his joyFor it struck twenty-fourWhen he entered at the doorWith a blooming and beautiful brideBut it stopped shortNever to go againWhen the old man diedFor it struck twenty-fourWhen he entered at the doorWith a blooming and beautiful brideBut it stopped shortNever to go againWhen the old man diedIt rang an alarmIn the dead of the nightAn alarm that for years had been dumbAnd we knew that his spiritWas pluming for flightThat his hour of departure had comeStill the clock kept the timeWith a soft and muffled chimeAs we silently stood by his sideBut it stopped shortNever to go againWhen the old man diedNinety years without slumberingTick, tock, tick, tockHis life seconds numberingTick, tock, tick, tockIt stopped shortNever to go againWhen the old man diedIt stopped shortNever to go againWhen the old man diedEND。