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Poem
September 1, 1810
Alexandria Daily Gazette, Commercial & Political
Alexandria, Virginia
What is this article about?
A meditative poem on the swift passage of time, which imperceptibly ages the body, turning youthful beauty into wrinkles and frost, and spring into winter.
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From the Ladies' Literary Toilette.
TIME.
Time is a feather'd thing-
And whilst I praise
The sparkling of thy looks & call them rays,
Takes wing :
Leaving behind him as he flies,
An unperceived dimness in thine eyes.
His minutes whilst they're told,
Do make us old--
And every sand of his fleet glass,
Encreasing age, as it does pass,
Insensibly sows wrinkles there,
Where flowers and roses did appear.
Whilst we do speak, our fire
Does into ice expire ;
Flames turn to frost--
And ere we can
Know how our crow turns swan,
Or how a silver snow
Springs there where jet did grow,
Our fading spring is in dull winter lost.
TIME.
Time is a feather'd thing-
And whilst I praise
The sparkling of thy looks & call them rays,
Takes wing :
Leaving behind him as he flies,
An unperceived dimness in thine eyes.
His minutes whilst they're told,
Do make us old--
And every sand of his fleet glass,
Encreasing age, as it does pass,
Insensibly sows wrinkles there,
Where flowers and roses did appear.
Whilst we do speak, our fire
Does into ice expire ;
Flames turn to frost--
And ere we can
Know how our crow turns swan,
Or how a silver snow
Springs there where jet did grow,
Our fading spring is in dull winter lost.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Passage Of Time
Aging
Beauty Fading
Wrinkles
Seasonal Metaphor
Poem Details
Title
Time.
Key Lines
Time Is A Feather'd Thing
His Minutes Whilst They're Told, Do Make Us Old
Our Fading Spring Is In Dull Winter Lost.