 | Millicent (fict.name.) - 1855 - 332 sider
...dust returriest,' Was not spoken of the soul. " Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day." LONGFELLOW. " KATE," said Mrs. Robertson, the next morning, " I suppose you are not going to the Rectory,... | |
 | Clavin Henderson Wiley - 1855 - 380 sider
...art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 264 sider
...to dust returnest," Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, In the world's broad field... | |
 | George Sumner Weaver - 1855 - 324 sider
...art ; to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment and not sorrow Is our destined end or way ; But to act that each to-morrow Find us farther than to day. Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave. Still like muffled... | |
 | George Sumner Weaver - 1855 - 270 sider
...; to dust returnest," Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment and not sorrow Is our destined end or way ; But to act that each to-morrow Find us farther than to day. Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and hrara. Still like muffled... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 sider
...art, to dust returnest " Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums... | |
 | 1898 - 404 sider
...art, to dust returnest. Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act that each tomorrow, Find us farther than to-day. Dactyl: Labor is life! 'Tis the still water faileth; Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth; Keep the... | |
 | Songs - 1856 - 712 sider
...to dust returnest," Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums,... | |
 | Jean Roemer - 1857 - 332 sider
...to dust returnest," 'Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums,... | |
 | Shining - 1857 - 324 sider
...is earnest, And the grave is not its goal. * * * * Not enjoyment and not sorrow Is our destined end or way, But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day." LONGFELLOW. WHEN she first awoke next morning at her usual hour of seven o'clock, she had sprung out... | |
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Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. 
