 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1767 - 608 стор.
...me with what rapidity Life follows my pen ; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny ! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our...light clouds of a windy day, never to return more— everything prenes on— whilft thou art twifting that lock, — fee! it grows grey ; and every time... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1782 - 482 стор.
...me with what rapidity life follows my pen; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny J than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our...like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more—every thing prefles on—whilft thou art twifting that lock,— •fee.! it grows grey; and... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1784 - 292 стор.
...me with what rapidity life follows my pen ; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny ! than the rubies about thy neck, ' are flying over...of a windy day, never to return more— every thing prefTeson— whilft thou art twifting that lock,— fee ! it grows grey ; and every timt I kifs thy... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1793 - 224 стор.
...me with what rapidity Life follows mypen i the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny ! than the rubies about thy neck , are flying over our heads like lii'ht clouds of a windy day, neverto return more — very thing prefleson — whilftthou art twifting... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1799 - 392 стор.
...me with what rapidity life follows my pen ; the days and hours of ir, more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our...a windy day, never to return more — every thing prefles on — whilft thou art twitting that lock, — fee ! it grows grey ; and every time I kifs... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1803 - 496 стор.
...what rapidity Life follows my pen ; the days and hours of it more precious, — my dear Jenny. — than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our...a windy day, never to return more; — every thing preffes on, — whilft thou art tivifting that lock; — fee ! it grows grey ; and every time I kifs... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1803 - 502 стор.
...my pen ; the days and hours of it more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, ar flying over our heads, like light clouds of a windy day, never to. return more every thing prefles on : whilft thou art twifting that lock,— fee ! it grows gray ; and every time I kifs thy... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1804 - 396 стор.
...rubies about thy neck, are flying aver our heads, like light clouds of a windy day, never to retuwi more. — Every thing presses on : — Whilst thou art twisting that lock, — see ! it grows grey ; — and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1808 - 482 стор.
...what rapidity Life follows my pen ; the days and hours of it more precious, — my dear Jenny, — than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our...windy day, never to return more ; . — every thing prefles on, — whilft thou art twilling that lock ; — fee! it grows grey; and every time I kifs... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1808 - 266 стор.
...me with what rapidity Life follows my pen i the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny ! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of awindvday, never to return more, every thing prefles on, whilft fhou art twifting that lock — fee... | |
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I will not argue the matter : time wastes too fast: every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity life follows my pen; the days and hours of it more precious, — my dear Jenny, — than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light... 
