The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
With thee conversing I forget all time.
Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.
Time, though in Eternity, applied To motion, measures all things durable By present, past, and future.
Day and night, Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost Shall hold their course, till fire purge all things new.
But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.
That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.
A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire. Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal'd, At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes,-extremes by change more fierce; From beds of raging fire to starve in ice Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round, Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.
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