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 The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the flood...  Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight - Page 189 by Half hours - 1856 Full view -
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