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...' it is past midnight. I must to bed. The early service has spoilt me for nocturnal discussions.' ' The best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my boys.' sang Osborne, ineuphoniously—he had no idea of music. ' If you don't sing better than that...

...power, save in the fancy of the fool, or in the wit of the humourist. The one may tell us that — " The best of all ways to lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night." But we know that such theft deceives itself, is soon detected, and comes to a bad end. Or again —...

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...dreaming, love ! Then awake ! the heav'ns look bright, my dear ! 'Tin never too late for delight, my dear ! And the best of all ways, To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear ! • " Steal silently to Morna's Grove." See a translalation from the Irish, in Mr. Bunting's collection,...

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...love ! Then awake ! — the heavens look bright, my dear, Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear ! collection, a poem translated from the Irish, by the late John Brown, one of my earliest college...

...power, save in the fancy of the foolish, or in the wit of the humourist. The one may tell us that— "The best of all ways to lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours of the night." But we know that such theft deceives itself, is soon detected, and comes to a bad end....