 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1908 - 870 sider
...favourite lines of poetry and so forth ; and in one, still extant, I quoted as my favourite lines : From too much love of living, From hope and fear set...thanksgiving, Whatever Gods may be, That no life lives for ever, That dead men rise up never, That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Considerably... | |
 | 1898 - 812 sider
...flowed superabundantly about it. What, for instance, could be more graceful than Mr. Swinburne's " And love grown faint and fretful, With lips but half...and with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves endure ' ' ? Or what could more musically set forth the aspiration of a multitude of would-be unbelievers... | |
 | 1899 - 526 sider
...tin. «in, etc. Or take another case of three rhyme-words: From too much love of living, From hojw and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives fortcer; That dead men rlae up ntttr; Tnai even the weariest rlrtr WlndK somewhere safe to aca. The... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1866 - 370 sider
...; Dead dreams of days forsaken, "Wild leaves that winds have taken, Red stray a of ruined springs. We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure...thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever ; That dead men rise up never ; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1866 - 860 sider
...sweeter Than love's, who fears to greet her, To men that mix and meet her From many times and lands. From too much love of living, From hope and fear set...thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever ; That dead men rise up ncver ; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1868 - 376 sider
...wings; And all dead years draw thither, Wild leaves that winds have taken, Red strays of ruined springs. We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure;...thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever ; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then... | |
 | 1872 - 838 sider
...upon St. Paul's aspirations for immortality, and others may prefer, in the words of a modern poet, To thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever Gods may be, That no life lives for ever, That dead men rise up never, That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea ! There... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1872 - 858 sider
...upon St. Paul's aspirations for immortality, and others may prefer, in the words of a modern poet, To thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever Gods may be, That no life lives for ever, That (load men rise up never, Thiit even tlio weariest river AVinds somewhere safe to sea... | |
 | Leslie Stephen - 1873 - 382 sider
...upon St. Paul's aspirations for immortality, and others may prefer, in the words of a modern poet, To thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever Gods may be That no life lives for ever, That dead men rise up never, That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea ! There... | |
 | 1876 - 514 sider
...far through the flight of the fires, And mixed with the lightning of slaughter A thunder of lyres. From too much love of living, From hope and fear set...thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; TI nit dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to aea.... | |
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From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. 
