Time and its keepers

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Trang 8 - how the world wags : 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Trang 4 - 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?
Trang 37 - Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair, He curst himself in his despair: The waves rush in on every side; The ship is sinking beneath the tide. But even in his dying fear. One dreadful sound could the Rover hear, — A sound as if, with the Inchcape Bell, The Devil below was ringing his knell.
Trang 4 - Youth is not rich in time, it may be poor ; Part with it as with money, sparing ; pay No moment, but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth, ask death-beds ; they can tell.
Trang 37 - the breakers roar? For methinks we should be near the shore." "Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell.
Trang 5 - The man who consecrates his hours By vigorous effort, and an honest aim, At once he draws the sting of life and death : He walks with nature ; and her paths are peace.
Trang 9 - In a golden current on, Ere from the garden, man's first abode, The glorious guests were gone. So might the days have been brightly told — Those days of song and dreams — When shepherds gather'd their flocks of old By the blue Arcadian streams. So in those isles of delight, that rest Far off in a breezeless main, Which many a bark, with a weary quest, Has sought, but still in vain.
Trang 4 - Wisdom walks before it, Opportunity with it, and Repentance behind it ; he that has made it his friend, will have little to fear from his Enemies, but he that has made it his enemy, will have little to hope from his Friends.
Trang 4 - I've lost a day' — the prince who nobly cry'd, Had been an emperor without his crown; Of Rome? say, rather, lord of human race : He spoke as if deputed by mankind. So should all speak: so reason speaks in all: From the soft whispers of that God in man, Why fly to folly, why to frenzy fly, For rescue from the blessings we possess?
Trang 6 - It is a dial — which points out The sunset, as it moves about; And shadows out in lines of night The subtle stages of Time's flight; Till all-obscuring earth hath laid His body in perpetual shade.

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