Quote#Time
Oft the hours
Quote byMark Akenside · 1721–1770
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Pleasures of the Imagination (1744), Book II, lines 183–185.
English (original)
Oft the hours From morn to eve have stolen unmark'd away, While mute attention hung upon his lips.
— Mark Akenside
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