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I apologise for giving it here, as I make no claim to be able to write verse. My only excuse must be that my lines attempt to convey what every man and woman must have felt, though probably the average person would express himself in far better language than I am able to command. "Eheu fugaces Postume! Postume! Labuntur anni.
As I looked on, many memories recurred to me of scenes like this in which I had myself taken part in bygone days Eheu! fugaces in old Red River and the Saskatchewan; and, with these in my heart, I retired to my tent, and gradually fell asleep to the monotonous sound of the familiar yet inexplicable air. Resources Of Lesser Slave Lake Region.
The fugitive beauty of things and beings, with all their charms, revealed itself to him in its newness: novissimarum rerum fugaces pulchritudines, earumque suavitates. This craving for sensation will still exist in the great Christian teacher, and betray itself in the warm and coloured figures of his style.
To ride the winner of the Liverpool seemed to me a final achievement and glory; and had not accident intervened, it is very possible that I might have succeeded in carrying off, if not the meditated honour, something scarcely inferior, such as alas, eheu fugaces! I cannot now recall the name of a race of the necessary value and importance.
The poor old singer's bosom was thrilled with a sunset glow of departing greatness, as she lingered tearfully that night over the memories of the halcyon days when the officers of Francis Joseph's bodyguard had fought for the honors of the carriage courtesies of the Diva. Eheu fugaces!
"'Eheu, fugaces, Postume, Postume, Labuntur anni," said the Colonel, insensibly imbibing one of those Horatian particles that were ever floating in that classic atmosphere to Darrell medicinal, to Fairthorn morbific. "Years slide away, Willy, mutely as birds skim through air; but when friend meets with friend after absence, each sees the print of their crows' feet on the face of the other.
"Spain has revolted, and chosen Galba as Emperor." "Galba! Eheu! fugaces, Postume ... Galba! Well, then, let us fly, but whither?" "Through the catacombs, sire." "No! the Christians live there, and they will kill me." "They kill no one," said Alexander. "Not even their enemies?" "They pray for their enemies." "Then they are mad! All the better!"
"Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume, Labuntar anni...." I hear the drops of my life falling distinctly one by one into the devouring abyss of eternity. I feel my days flying before the pursuit of death.
In that golden age we played football around the old farmhouse on Montague Terrace, coasted down the hill to Fulton Ferry, and made an occasional expedition to Manhattan to observe the strange wigwams and wild goats of the tribe of squatters who inhabited the rocky country south of the newly discovered Central Park. Eheu fugaces!
White used to see them at Selborne. Eheu fugaces! Thank fortune, the swift still glues his nest, and rolls his distant thunders night and day in the wide-throated chimneys, still sprinkles the evening air with his merry twittering.
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