 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 páginas
...her long arrear : Nor let the phial of thy vengeance, ponrM On this devoted head, be pour'd in vain. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, '• wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 páginas
...general pulse Of life stood still', and Nature made a pause', An awful' pause ! prophetic of her end\ The bell strikes one'. We take no note' of time But...beyond the flood'. It is the signal' that demands despatch' : How much' is to be done ! my hopes and fears Start up alarmed', and o'er life's narrow... | |
 | Joseph Emerson - 1832 - 122 páginas
...lectuie silent, but ofsov'reign pow'r ! To vice, confusion ; and to virtue, peace. NO. 164. TIME"! THE bell strikes one. We take no note of time. But...heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours. 5 Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood. It is the signal that demands dispatch, How much... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 274 páginas
...to do with the letter I am dictating to you ? Go on." LESSON FORTY-EIGHTH. The Timepiece. The clock strikes one: we take no note of time, But from its...years beyond the flood; It is the signal that demands despatch; How much is to be done! my hopes and .fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 286 páginas
...I am dictating to you ? Go on." LESSON FORTY-EIGHTH. The Timepiece. The clock strikes one: we lake no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then...years beyond the flood; It is the signal that demands despatch; How much is to be done! my hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge... | |
 | Lady Catherine Pollock Manners Stepney - 1833 - 324 páginas
...as we estimate the fleeting hours, it is circumstantial notice that informs us on character : — ' We take no note of time But from its loss : to give...man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man ! How passing wonder... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1834 - 362 páginas
...my Sexton seek, Whose days are sped ? — " What! he, himself! — and is old Dibble dead?" (1) C " As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed houn. — YOUNG.] His eightieth year he reach'd, still undecay'd, And rectors five to one close vault... | |
 | Luke Hebert - 1835 - 816 páginas
...lens, set fire to the • powder, which discharges the gun, and thus announces the hour of noon. " We take no note of time but from its loss: To give it then a tongue is wise in man." Dials of this description are placed in the gardens of the Palais Royal, and of the Luxembourg. DIALLING.... | |
 | 1835 - 616 páginas
...wander among the wrecks and monuments of Tune — toread the epitaphs of hours and learn the moral. " We take no note of Time But from its loss — to give it then a tongue In man, is wiee." Each moment is a warning orator. It is profitable and even necessary to pause in... | |
 | lady Marianne Dora Malet - 1836 - 336 páginas
...and Violet Woodville was able to number by years her absence from her own country. CHAPTER XVII. " We take no note of time, But from its loss— to give it then a tongue Is wise in man." MY readers must suppose a few years to have elapsed since the events we last recorded; and allow me... | |
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The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they? 
