 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 страници
...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...is the knell of my departed hours\ Where are' they ? with the years beyond the flood'. It is the signal' that demands despatch' : How much' is to be done... | |
 | Joseph Emerson - 1832 - 122 страници
...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 страници
...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...is the knell of my departed hours; Where are they? with the years beyond the flood; It is the signal that demands despatch; How much is to be done! my... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 286 страници
...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...is the knell of my departed hours; Where are they? with the years beyond the flood; It is the signal that demands despatch; How much is to be done! my... | |
 | Lady Catherine Pollock Manners Stepney - 1833 - 324 страници
...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... | |
 | Edward Young - 1834 - 370 страници
...her long arrear: Nor let the phial of thy vengeance, pour'd On this devoted head, be pour'd in vain. -.The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But...is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood. It is the signal that demands dispatch : How much is to be done... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1834 - 362 страници
...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 страници
...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 страници
...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 страници
...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? 
