Time wastes too fast: every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Life follows my pen; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return... Entering on Life: A Book for Young Men - Page 103by Cunningham Geikie - 1888 - 298 pagesFull view - About this book
| Samuel Johnson - 1782 - 482 pages
...follows my pen; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny J than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more—every thing prefles on—whilft thou art twifting that lock,— •fee.! it grows grey; and... | |
| Laurence Sterne - 1784 - 292 pages
...follows my pen ; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny ! than the rubies about thy neck, ' are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more— every thing prefTeson— whilft thou art twifting that lock,— fee ! it grows grey ; and every... | |
| Laurence Sterne - 1799 - 392 pages
...follows my pen ; the days and hours of ir, more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more — every thing prefles on — whilft thou art twitting that lock, — fee ! it grows grey ; and... | |
| Laurence Sterne - 1803 - 496 pages
...follows my pen ; the days and hours of it more precious, — my dear Jenny. — than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more; — every thing preffes on, — whilft thou art tivifting that lock; — fee ! it grows grey... | |
| Laurence Sterne - 1803 - 502 pages
...my pen ; the days and hours of it more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, ar flying over our heads, like light clouds of a windy day, never to. return more every thing prefles on : whilft thou art twifting that lock,— fee ! it grows gray ; and every... | |
| Laurence Sterne - 1808 - 482 pages
...follows my pen ; the days and hours of it more precious, — my dear Jenny, — than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more ; . — every thing prefles on, — whilft thou art twilling that lock ; — fee! it grows grey;... | |
| Laurence Sterne - 1823 - 762 pages
...follows ray pen ; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny, than the rubies about thy said I. — The coachman begged pardon for setting me right, and told me it was more ; — every thing passes on, — whilst thou art twisting that lock ; — see ! it grows grey... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1823 - 768 pages
...follows my pen ; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny, than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more ;— -every thing passes on, — whilst thou art twisting that lock ; — see ! it grows grey... | |
| Laconics - 1829 - 358 pages
...life follows my pen; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dearJenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more—every thing presses on—whilst thou are twisting that lock,;—see! it grows grey; and every... | |
| John Timbs - 1829 - 354 pages
...life follows my pen; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more— every thing presses on — whilst thou are twisting that lock, — see ! it grows grey; and... | |
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