
" Autumn in King's Hintock Park http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/hardy2.html" (1901), lines 1-6, from Time's Laughingstocks (1909)
The Thief and the Cordelier (1718).
" Autumn in King's Hintock Park http://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/hardy2.html" (1901), lines 1-6, from Time's Laughingstocks (1909)
“Had it? Should've shot it! Now, you're dearly departed.”
"Ruff Ryders' Anthem" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpHtEa2II_s (1998), It's Dark and Hell Is Hot
1990s
“Now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace.”
What then must we do? (1886)
Context: If there may be doubts for men and for a childless woman as to the way to, fulfil the will of God, for a mother that path is firmly and clearly defined, and if she fulfils it humbly with a simple heart she stands on the highest point of perfection a human being can attain, and becomes for all a model of that complete performance of God's will which all desire. Only a mother can before her death tranquilly say to Him who sent her into this world, and Whom she has served by bearing and bringing up children whom she has loved more than herself - only she having served Him in the way appointed to her can say with tranquillity, Now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace. And that is the highest perfection to which, as to the highest good, men aspire.
Now Finalè to the Shore (To Tennyson)
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“doesn’t really fit the definition of banter, now does it?”
Source: Reckoning
1960s, Beyond Vietnam: A Time to Break Silence (1967)
Context: We are now faced with the fact that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. In this unfolding conundrum of life and history there is such a thing as being too late. Procrastination is still the thief of time. Life often leaves us standing bare, naked, and dejected with a lost opportunity. The tide in the affairs of men does not remain at flood — it ebbs. We may cry out desperately for time to pause in her passage, but time is adamant to every plea and rushes on. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words, "Too late."
“Now my weary lips I close;
Leave me, leave me to repose!”
Descent of Odin http://www.thomasgray.org/cgi-bin/display.cgi?text=dooo, Line 71 (1761)
“The city is no longer. We can leave the theatre now.”
From "Generic City", published in S,M,L,XL, New York: The Monacelli Press, 1995
David Eugene Smith, History of Modern Mathematics https://books.google.com/books?id=EwcCAAAAYAAJ, 1896; 1904
“My best birth control now is just to leave the lights on.”
As quoted in On Being Blonde (2004), by P. Munier, p. 84