 | 1854 - 672 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. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be... | |
 | 1851 - 556 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,... | |
 | George Gilfillan - 1850 - 396 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. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 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,... | |
 | 1855 - 494 sider
...development of their physical and mental powers. " Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day." Living the life of the freeman, the secularist caunot die the death of the slave. When he reposes at... | |
 | Garland - 1850 - 152 sider
...to dust retuinest,' 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... | |
 | Reed and Pardon - 1850 - 130 sider
...art, to dust retumest,'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 und brave, Still, like mulHed drums,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 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, In the world's broad field... | |
 | mrs. Gordon - 1850 - 414 sider
...too well, As I have loved my kind." EB BROWNING. " Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way: But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day." H. "W. LONGFELLOW. THE bursting freshness of an early spring was daily showering added beauty upon... | |
 | George Gilfillan - 1850 - 448 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. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a... | |
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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. 
