Six years-six little years-six drops of time.
ForTime, not Corydon, hath conquered thee.
Time may restore us in his course Goethe's sage mind and Byron's force: But where will Europe's latter hour Again find Wordsworth's healing power?
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time.
If there ever comes a time when the women of the world come together purely and simply for the benefit of mankind, it will be a force such as the world has never known.
Time, so complain'd of, Who to no one man Shows partiality, Brings round to all men Some undimm'd hours.