...age should show your heart. For, Lady, you deserve this state ; Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near : And yonder all before us lye Desarts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found ; Nor, in thy...

...the contrast between the sparkling levity of the prelude and the solemn pathos that follows : — But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near ; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found ; Nor in thy marble...

...age should show your heart For, lady, you deserve this state ; Nor would I love at lower rate, But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near ; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found ; Nor in thy marble...

...says of it himself, with a sort of prophetic truth, in his lines to ' The Coy Mistress : ' " " But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near ; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found ; Nor in thy marble...

...age should show your heart. For, Lady, you deserve this state ; Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near : And yonder all before us lye Desarts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble...

...ail him. The Protestant poet Marvel expresses the vague apprehensions of this state, saying — " But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near ; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity." Then, with another poet, he, who is involved in...

...lost age should show your heart For, ludy, you desene (his state ; Nor would I love nt lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near : And yonder all before ua lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shull no more be found; Nor in thy marble...

...age should shew your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state ; Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near : And yonder all before us lie Desarts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found ; Nor, in thy...

...up, my soul ! thy body is immortal till thy work is done. Can say, with the old poet Marvell, "But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near ; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity." No, not "deserts," blessed be God! but fields and...

...age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near, And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble...