 He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity mourns that. 'Tis an ill cure For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that dignifies...  American Quarterly Review - Pagina 21geredigeerd door - 1835Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 564 pagina’s
...re-illuminated star, And all is out of sight that smirched the ray. We have no time to mourn. Father John. The worse for us ! He that lacks time to mourn, lacks...to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow 's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that dignifies humanity.... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - 568 pagina’s
...re-illuminated star, And all is out of sight that smirched the ray. We have no time to mourn. Father John. The worse for us ! He that lacks time to mourn, lacks...to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow 's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that dignifies humanity.... | |
 | 1834 - 566 pagina’s
...illuminated star, And all is out of sight that smirched the ray. We have no time to mourn. ' FATHER JOHN. ' The worse for us ! He that lacks time to mourn, lacks...to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow 's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that dignifies humanity.... | |
 | Sir Henry Taylor - 1834 - 340 pagina’s
...re-illuminated star, And all is out of sight that smirch'd the ray. We have not time to mourn. FATHER JOHN. The worse for us ! He that lacks time to mourn, lacks...life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that... | |
 | 576 pagina’s
...re-illuminated star, And aU is out of sight that smirch'd the ray. We have not time to mourn. Father John. The worse for us ! He that lacks time to mourn, lacks...For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Wheresorrow's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught... | |
 | 1835 - 568 pagina’s
...re-illuminated star, And all is out of sight that smirch'd the ray. We have not time to mourn. FATHER JOHN. The worse for us ! He that lacks time to mourn, lacks...life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that... | |
 | Sir Henry Taylor - 1835 - 524 pagina’s
...re-illuminated star, And all is out of sight that smirched the ray. We have not time to mourn. FATHER JOHN. The worse for us ! He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity mourns that. 'T is an ill cure For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow 's held intrusive... | |
 | Thomas Bayley Fox - 1837 - 188 pagina’s
...honorable thought and deed below, Look to that Power who watch'd thy self-denial. Sabbath Recreations. m. " HE that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity...life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that... | |
 | 1837 - 844 pagina’s
...therefore, unimproved. We have not rime to mourn. The worse for ив. He that lacks time to mourn, lucks time to mend. Eternity mourns that. "Tis an ill cure...For life's worst ills to have no time to feel them. ЛУЬеге sorrow's held obtrusive and turn'd out, There wisdom will not enter. II. We are immortal... | |
 | 1834 - 562 pagina’s
...is out of sight that smirched the ray. We have no time to mourn. Father John. The worse for us ! //. that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity...to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow 's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that dignifies humanity.... | |
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