 | 1915 - 488 pages
...in my youthful ears! And how, each time the day comes round, Less and less white its mark appears! When first our scanty years are told, It seems like...the man, and false as vain, Who said — " were he ordained to run His long career of life again, He would do all that he had done. " Ah, 'tis not thus... | |
 | 1918 - 2030 pages
...in my youthful ears! And how, each time the day comes round, Less and less white its mark appears! When first our scanty years are told, It seems like...the man, and false as vain, Who said — " were he ordained to run His long career of life again, He would do all that he had done." Ah, 'tis not thus... | |
 | 1911 - 496 pages
...congratulations. BIRTHS. House. — A son was born to Mr. and Mrs. Clyde House, of Christopher, 111., recently. When first our scanty years are told, It seems like...youth counts the shining links, That Time around him bind so fast, Pleased with the task, he little thinks How hard that chain will press at lait. —[HANNAH... | |
 | Stopford Augustus Brooke, Thomas William Rolleston - 1923 - 630 pages
...in my youthful ears ! And how, each time the day comes round, Less and less white its mark appears ! When first our scanty years are told, It seems like...was the man, and false as vain, Who said, ' Were he ordained to run His long career of life again, He would do all that he hud done.' Ah ! 'tis not thus... | |
 | 1924 - 406 pages
...youthful ears ; And now, each time the day comes round. Less and less white its mark appears. Where first our scanty years are told. It seems like pastime to grow old." THOMAS MOORE. "The juvenile delinquent suffers from mal-adaptation of his instructive tendencies to... | |
 | 1876 - 634 pages
...comes round, Less and less white its mark appears I When first our scanty years are told, It eeems like pastime to grow old ; And as Youth counts the...fast, Pleased with the task, he little thinks How hard the chain will press at last.' Jeffrey, in a letter to his brother, speaks of the year just ended as... | |
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MY birth-day" — what a different sound That word had in my youthful ears! And how, each time the day comes round, Less and less white its mark appears! When first our scanty years are told, It seems like pastime to grow old; And, as Youth counts the... 
