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" I'll never grudge my pains or toil, But pity the dull squires, my neighbours. George Ellis. TO LADY ANNE HAMILTON TOO late I stayed, forgive the crime, — Unheeded flew the hours; How noiseless falls the foot of Time That only treads on flowers! "
The Monthly Review - Page 57
edited by - 1812
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Davidson's Universal Melodist: Consisting of the Music and Words ..., Volume 1

Songs - 1853
...swiftness brings, When birds of paradise have lent Their plumage to his wings ? Too late I stay'd — forgive the crime — Unheeded flew the hours ; How...noiseless falls the foot of time That only treads on flow'rsl ENGLAND, HOME OF THE FREE, Composed by Oscar Perry. Thy sea-girt rocks, my na - fare isle,...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 3

Ireland - 1853
...There is a gaiety and grace about them, quite worthy of Sedley, or of Waller : — Too late I rtaid, forgive the crime, Unheeded flew the hours ; How noiseless falls the foot of time, That only treads on flowers ! What eye with clear account remarks The ebbing of his glass ; When all its sands arc diamond...
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The Golden Present: A Gift for All Seasons

Mrs. J. Thayer - Gift books - 1853 - 128 pages
...childhood's years. C. DOKOLD MACLEAD. Song. I STAID too late ; — forgive the crime — Unheeded flow the hours ; How noiseless falls the foot of time That only treads on flowers ! What eye with clear account remarks The ebbing of the glass, "When all its sands are diamond...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volume 2

Beautiful poetry - 1854
...that dreamless sleep. 480 STANZAS. Graceful verses bj the Hon. E. SPENCER. Too late I've stay'd— forgive the crime — Unheeded flew the hours ; How...noiseless falls the foot of Time That only treads on flowers. What eye with clear account remarks The ebbing of the glass, When all its sands are diamond...
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Recollections of a Literary Life

Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1855 - 558 pages
...Look at the fancy and the finish of these stanzas ! TO THE LADY ANNE HAMILTON.* Too late I stayed, forgive the crime, Unheeded flew the hours ; How noiseless falls the foot of Time That only treads on flowers ! What eye with clear account remarks The ebbing of his glass, When all its sands are diamond...
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The Museum of Science and Art, Volumes 5-6

Dionysius Lardner - Arts - 1855
...Unheeded flew the hours. How noiseless falls the foot of Time Which only treads on flowers ! "Ah ! who with clear account remarks The ebbing of his glass, When all its sands are diamond sparks, Which dazzle as they pass ? " Again,— the series of our thoughts becomes a most fallacious...
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The wife's trials, Volume 3

Wife - 1855
...but gentle " No," burst from her lips — and Time and his minutes passed unheeded by — " For who with clear account remarks, The ebbing of his glass, "When all its sands are diamond sparks Which dazzle as they pass ?" Poor Mrs. Templeton, meanwhile, was agitated by the alternations...
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The Museum of Science and Art, Volumes 5-6

Dionysius Lardner - Encyclopedias and dictionaries - 1855
...and brilliant ideas has the effect of making time pass with unwonted rapidity ? "Too late I stayed. Forgive the crime ! Unheeded flew the hours. How noiseless falls the foot of Time Which only treads on flowers ! " Ah ! who with clear account remarks The ebbing of his glass, When...
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The Museum of Science and Art, Volumes 5-6

Dionysius Lardner - Arts - 1855
...Unheeded Hew the hours. How noiseless falls the foot of Time Which only treads on flowers ! " Ah ! who with clear account remarks The ebbing of his glass, When all its s: .n<ls are diamond sparks, Which dazzle as they pass ? " Again,— the series of our thoughts becomes...
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Notes and Queries

Electronic journals - 1856
...William Spencer to Lady Anne Hamilton. Was it so, or did the lines ever before appear in print ? " Too late I staid ! forgive the crime! Unheeded flew...noiseless falls the foot of Time, That only treads on flowers ! " What eye with clear account remarks The ebbings of his glass ; When all its sands are diamond...
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