Too late I stayed,—forgive the crime! Unheeded flew the hours: How noiseless falls the foot of Time That only treads on flowers! And who, with clear account, remarks The ebbings of this glass, When all its sands are diamond sparks, That dazzle as they pass? O, who to sober measurement Time’s happy swiftness brings, When birds of paradise have lent Their plumage to his wings?
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The Spearmen heard the bugle sound, And cheerily smiled the morn; And many a brach, and many a hound, Obeyed Llewellyn’s horn. And still he blew a louder blast, And gave a lustier cheer, “Come, Gêlert, come, wert never last Llewellyn’s horn to hear. “O, where does faithful Gêlert roam... |
When the black-lettered list to the gods was presented (The list of what Fate for each mortal intends), At the long string of ills a kind goddess relented, And slipped in three blessings,—wife, children, and friends. In vain surly Pluto maintained he was cheated, For justice divine could... |
Too late I stayed,—forgive the crime! Unheeded flew the hours: How noiseless falls the foot of Time That only treads on flowers! And who, with clear account, remarks The ebbings of this glass, When all its sands are diamond sparks, That dazzle as they pass? O, who to sober measurement... |
