 | English literature - 1743 - 642 pages
...nor Jpwt vain dreami time, Sut from its laß. Is wife in man. As if an angel fpoke, ¡feel thefolemn found. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours ; Where are they ? wait h the years beyond the flood: It is the lignai that demands di (patch j ttrw much is to be done?... | |
 | Edward Young - Bible - 1750 - 416 pages
...devoted Head, be pour'd in vaifl. The Bell ftrikes One. We take no Note of Time, But from its LOfs. To give it then a Tongue, Is wife in Man. As if an Angel fpoke, I feel the folemn Sound. If heard aright, It is the Knell of my departed Hours : Where are they ? With the Years beyond... | |
 | Edward Young - Bible - 1750 - 350 pages
...devoted Head, be pour'd in vain. The Bell ftrikes One. We take no Note of Time, But from its Lofs. To give it then a Tongue, Is wife in Man. As if an Angel fpoke, I feel the folemn Sound. If heard aright, It is the Knell of my departed Hours : Where are they ? With the Years beyond... | |
 | Edward Young - 1762 - 292 pages
...devoted head, be pour'd in vain. "*" The bell ftrikes One^ We take no note of time, But from its lofs. To give it then a tongue, Is wife in man. As if an angel fpoke, 1 feel the folemn found. If heard aright,. It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ?... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - English essays - 1767 - 274 pages
...One. We take no note of time, But from its lofs. To give it, then, a tongue, Is wife in man. As if an an angel fpoke, I feel the folemn found. If heard...is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they i With the years beyond the flood. It is the fignal that demands difpatch : How much is to be done... | |
 | English poetry - 1770 - 268 pages
...devoted head, be pour'd in vain. The bell ftrikes one. We take no note of time, But from its lofs. To give it then a tongue, Is wife in man. As if an...flood. It is the fignal that demands difpatch ; How much is to be done ? my hopes and fears btart op alarm'd, and o'er life's narrow verge •Look down... | |
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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? With the years beyond the flood. 
