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...forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, 1 Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time,...the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels 2 in beauty's brow ; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe...

...which goes before, In sequent toil, all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main J of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked...truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. X And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. * 1....

...doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels0 in beauty's brow; Feeds on the rarities of nature's...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. LXI. Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire...

...confound. And delves the parallels in beauty's brow;|| Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, § Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. * /. e. let me read a description of you in the earliest manuscript ffltr tbe first use of letters....

...Mary's Church, Newcastle-upon-Tyne; Member of the Archaeological Institute, etc. London: Burns. 1849. ' TIME doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And...truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.' So sings the greatest poet in the world, in strains that throw a trace and beauty around the tritest...

...that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light. Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd. Crooked...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. LXI. Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night ? Dost thou desire...

...main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And...truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. Poems. 54. Time, itsfleetness. It is ten o'clock : Thus may we see, how the world wags : 'T is but...

...though we sleep, or wake, or roam, or ride, Aye fleeth the time; it will no man abide. — Chaucer. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And...truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. Shakspere. Even such is time, that takes on trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us...

...that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked...truth. And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. Shakspere. Misshapen time, copesmate of ugly night; Swifi subtle post, carrier of grisly care; Eater...