And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end,... Dramatis Personae - Страница 150написао/ла Robert Browning - 1864 - 250 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1890 - 584 страница
...gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last ! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,...it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a moment pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns"... | |
| Sarah Knowles Bolton - 1890 - 488 страница
...be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes and forbore,...it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold, For sudden the worst turns the... | |
| Robert Browning - 1890 - 330 страница
...be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,...it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the... | |
| Joseph Forster - 1890 - 162 страница
...so—one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forcbore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole...it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness, and cold. For sudden the worst turns... | |
| Robert Browning - 1890 - 328 страница
...— one fight more, The best and the last ! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole...it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness, and cold. For sudden the worst turns... | |
| Joseph Forster - 1890 - 160 страница
...so—one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole...it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the brnnt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness, and cold. For sudden the worst turns... | |
| William G. Kingsland - 1890 - 160 страница
...one fight more, The best and the last ! [bore, I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forAnd bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of...it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1890 - 588 страница
...gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last ! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. Ho I let mo tasto the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a moment... | |
| 1890 - 978 страница
...and the seer knows now what is behind the veil. He had his wish and died full of life : — I should hate that death bandaged my eyes And forbore and bade me creep past. Working, teaching, and enjoying to the very last, he realized his own ideal of life and his prayer:... | |
| John Bartlett - 1891 - 1190 страница
...it forever. Ynnlli and Art. xvii. Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old ; Bear the hrnnt, in a minnte pay glad life's arrears Ot pain, darkness, and cold. Prospice. It 's wiser heing... | |
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