Tho' lost to sight, to memory dear
Thou ever wilt remain;
One only hope my heart can cheer,--
The hope to meet again.
Oh, fondly on the past I dwell,
And oft recall those hours
When, wandering down the shady dell,
We gathered the wild-flowers.
Yes, life then seemed one pure delight,
Tho' now each spot looks drear;
Yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight,
To memory thou art dear.
Oft in the tranquil hour of night,
When stars illume the sky,
I gaze upon each orb of light,
And wish that thou wert by.
I think upon that happy time,
That time so fondly loved,
When last we heard the sweet bells chime,
As thro' the fields we roved.
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 and turned out,
There wisdom will not enter, nor true power,
Nor aught that dignifies humanity.
Time hath a taming hand.
Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy,
And always blind, and often tipsy;
Sometimes for years and years together,
She 'll bless you with the sunniest weather,
Bestowing honour, pudding, pence,
You can't imagine why or whence;--
Then in a moment--Presto, pass!--
Your joys are withered like the grass;
Near the lake where drooped the willow,
Long time ago!
He is one of those wise philanthropists who in a time of famine would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks.
Time dissipates to shining ether the solid angularity of facts.
It is as impossible for a man to be cheated by any one but himself, as for a thing to be and not to be at the same time.
Good is a good doctor, but Bad is sometimes a better.
Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy.
Can anybody remember when the times were not hard and money not scarce?
The wisdom of mankind creeps slowly on,
Subject to every doubt that can retard
Or fling it back upon an earlier time.
I will sit down now, but the time will come when you will hear me.
However gradual may be the growth of confidence, that of credit requires still more time to arrive at maturity.
A sophisticated rhetorician, inebriated with the exuberance of his own verbosity and gifted with an egotistical imagination that can at all times command an interminable and inconsistent series of arguments to malign an opponent and to glorify himself.
Nature is more powerful than education; time will develop everything.
Time is the great physician.
There are times when the mirth of others only saddens us, especially the mirth of children with high spirits, that jar on our own quiet mood.
In the days when we went gypsying
A long time ago;
The lads and lassies in their best
Were drest from top to toe.
And thou, vast ocean! on whose awful face
Time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace.
I'm bidding you a long farewell,
My Mary, kind and true,
But I'll not forget you, darling,
In the land I'm going to.
They say there's bread and work for all,
And the sun shines always there;
But I'll not forget old Ireland,
Were it fifty times as fair.
Art is long, and time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still like muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
For Time will teach thee soon the truth,
There are no birds in last year's nest!
But oftentimes celestial benedictions
Assume this dark disguise.