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...the gutter of time along with them J I »ill not argue the matter : time wastes too Ь«: етегу letter I trace tells me with what rapidity life follows my pen ; the days and hours "' it, more precious, — my dear Jenny, — than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads...

...a Tub, that it may not swim down the gutter of Time along with them] I .will not argue the matter : Time wastes too fast: every letter I trace tells me...whilst thou art twisting that lock, — see ! it grows grey ; and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes...

...struck their orators dumb, and at length argued them out of all their liberties. — Adduon. PCLXXVL Time wastes too fast ; every letter I trace tells...whilst thou art twisting that lock, — see ! it grows grey , and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes...

...struck their orators dumb, and at length argued them out of all their liberties. — AAdison. DCLXXVI. Time wastes too fast : every letter I trace tells...clouds of a windy day, never to return more — every Ihing presses on — whilst thou art twisting that lock, — see! it grows grey, and every time I kiss...

...a Tub, that it may not swim down the gutter of Time along with them? I will not argue the matter : Time wastes too fast : every letter I trace tells...light clouds of a windy day, never to return more ; everything presses on, whilst thou art twisting that lock, see! it grows grey; and every time I kiss...

...Take, once more, his Honitian reflections on the cruel flight of time : " 1 will not argue the matter : time wastes too fast ; every letter I trace tells...precious, my dear Jenny ! than the rubies about thy neck, arc flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more. Everything tin-sees...

...especially to noble uses ; it wastes fast ; its days and hours, more precious than the rubies about madam's neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return. But never let mere worldly success engross you ; nor be a mere gnome working in any mine ; nor a slave...

...along with them ? I will not argue the matter : Time wastes too fast : every letter I trace tells mo with what rapidity Life follows my pen ; the days...it more precious, — my dear Jenny, — than the nibies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of я windy day, never to return...

...a Tub, that it may not swim down the gutter of Time along with them ? I will not argue the matter : Time wastes too fast : every letter I trace tells...whilst thou art twisting that lock ; — see ! it grows grey ; and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes...