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 1 Intro,  1|          to be read out---for our time was coming on apace---he
 2 Intro,  1|      heard, perhaps for the first time in literature, our voice
 3 Intro,  2|      answer them not.' At another time, remembering how his life
 4 Text,  4 |       flowering grove. ~Now it is time to sit quite, face to face
 5 Text,  5 |        before I am aware, and the time of offering go by. ~Though
 6 Text,  5 |           pluck it while there is time. ~
 7 Text,  11|                               The time that my journey takes is
 8 Text,  12|   unstringing my instrument. ~The time has not come true, the words
 9 Text,  15|       could. ~Now, I ask, has the time come at last when I may
10 Text,  36| provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter in
11 Text,  40|        nearly empty.  The morning time is past, and the noon. In
12 Text,  40|          in a summer breeze. ~But time glides on and still no sound
13 Text,  41|         bondage of words. ~Is the time not come yet? Are there
14 Text,  45|        know not from what distant time thou art ever coming nearer
15 Text,  45|           heart. ~It is as if the time were come to wind up my
16 Text,  47|         pave more and more as the time sped by. ~The sun rose to
17 Text,  50|       feet and cried 'There is no time for delay!' ~The king has
18 Text,  54|            oh awaken! let not the time pass in vain! ~At the end
19 Text,  73|          is upon the earth. It is time that I go to the stream
20 Text,  80|          have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my
21 Text,  81|                                   Time is endless in thy hands,
22 Text,  81|          wild flower. ~We have no time to lose, and having no time
23 Text,  81|       time to lose, and having no time we must scramble for a chances.
24 Text,  81|        late. ~And thus it is that time goes by while I give it
25 Text,  81|          I find that yet there is time. ~
26 Text,  87|         evening proclaim not your time of worship. The air is still
27 Text,  87|     stream of oblivion when their time is come. ~Only the deity
28 Text,  88|            though it is not their time; and let the midday bees
29 Text,  93|                           At this time of my parting, wish me good
30 Text,  98|          the helm I know that the time has come for thee to take
31 Text,  98|          But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark, spreading