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... The Village Doctors, and Other Tales - Pagina 41door Timothy Shay Arthur - 1843 - 72 pagina’sVolledige 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 - 568 pagina’s
...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 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... | |
| 1834 - 566 pagina’s
...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 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... | |
| 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
...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 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... | |
| 576 pagina’s
...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 time to mend. Eternity...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... | |
| Robert Walsh - 1835 - 552 pagina’s
...is out of sight that smirched the ray. We have not time to mourn, "Pother Join. The worse for us ! 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 obtrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that... | |
| Sir Henry Taylor - 1835 - 524 pagina’s
...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... | |
| 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...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... | |
| Argentine - 1839 - 380 pagina’s
...more. The thunderbolt had fallen: 'twas but the pattering of the rain which followed. CHAPTER XXII. " He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity...life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them." PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE. THAT dreadful day was over, and I was now alone. The poor exhausted mariner,... | |
| Robert Cassie Waterston - 1842 - 334 pagina’s
...have given life to those upon whom it rested, so often will sorrow give higher life to the soul. " 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... | |
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