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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?  The Port folio, by Oliver Oldschool - Página 112 1809 Visualização integral -
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