 | Jehiel Keeler Hoyt - 1882 - 914 էջ
...— Festus. Sc. Wood and Water. Sunset. Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels iii s worth in anything, But ao much money as 't will...j. BÜTLEB— .üudiöras. ft. II. Canto I. Line 4 /. ВЕАГпЕ-ТАеДП|и<ге/. Bk. I. Life treads on life, nnd heart on heart — 'Via press... | |
 | Edwin O. Chapman - 1884 - 430 էջ
...the swift, though silent wings of Time, Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. And be it so. Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels...tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. James Beattie, THE SHEPHERD SWAIN. THERE liv'd in gothic days, as legends tell, A shepherd-swain, a... | |
 | 1885 - 668 էջ
...clime. "And be it so. Let those deplore theii doom, Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn : Uut lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb. Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. Shall Spring to these sad scenes no more return? Is yonder wave the sun's eternal bed? — Soon shall... | |
 | 1885 - 686 էջ
...swift, though silent wings of Time, Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. " And be it so. Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn : iiut lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. Shall Spring... | |
 | 1886 - 552 էջ
...swift though silent wings of Time, Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. " And be it so. Let those deplore their doom Whose hope still grovels...tomb Can smile at fate and wonder how they mourn. Shall Spring to these sad scenes no more return ? Is yonder wave the Sun's eternal bed ? Soon shall... | |
 | 1891 - 826 էջ
...needs in its hours of sorrow, who will 11 )t gladly thank God for his faith and say with Beattie, " Let those deplore their doom Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn ; Hut lolly souls who look beyond the tomb Can smile at fate and wonder why they mourn." TALKS TO YOUNQ... | |
 | 1892 - 524 էջ
...their project crossed; How hard their lot who neither won nor losL R. GRAYES, An Incident in High Life. Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels...tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. BEATTIE, The Minstrel. This day we fashion Destiny, our web of Fate we spin. WHITTIER, The Crisis.... | |
 | 1892 - 520 էջ
...Each cursed his fate that thus their project crossed; How hard their lot who neither won nor lost. Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels...lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Can smile at Kate, and wonder how they mourn. BEATTIE, The Minstrel. This day we fashion Destiny, our web of Fate... | |
 | Thomas Rhys Vickroy - 1894 - 296 էջ
...swift, though silent, wings of Time, Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. Iv. And be it so. Let those deplore their doom Whose hope still grovels...tomb, Can smile at fate, and wonder how they mourn. Shall Spring to these sad scenes no more return? Is yonder wave the sun's eternal bed? Soon shall the... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1895 - 552 էջ
...swift though silent wings of Time, Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. " And bo it so. Let those deplore their doom Whose hope still grovels...tomb Can smile at fate and wonder how they mourn. Shall Spring to these sad scenes no more return ? Is yonder wave the Sun's eternal bed ? Soon shall... | |
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And be it so. Let those deplore their doom. Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn : But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. 
