 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: & Dramatic Romance & Lyrics - Страница 71написао/ла Robert Browning - 1909 - 246 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | Joseph Forster - 1890 - 162 страница
...hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forcbore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the...sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, Shall change, shall become first a peace ont of pain. Then a joy, then a light, then... | |
 | Sarah Knowles Bolton - 1890 - 488 страница
...hate that death bandaged my eyes and forbore, And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the...sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall... | |
 | Joseph Forster - 1890 - 192 страница
...hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the...sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a joy, then a light, then... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1890 - 328 страница
...hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the...sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1890 - 344 страница
...creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brant, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness...sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shatl blend, Shall... | |
 | Joseph Forster - 1890 - 160 страница
...creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the brnnt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness,...sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, Shall change, shall become first a peace ont of pain, Then a joy, then a light, then... | |
 | Jabez Thomas Sunderland, Brooke Herford, Frederick B. Mott - 1890 - 676 страница
...will go through it with unbandaged eyes, taste the whole of it, fare like his peers the heroes of old, in a minute pay glad life's arrears of pain, darkness...sudden the worst turns the best to the brave. The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave. Shall dwindle, shall blend. Shall... | |
 | 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
...No ! let me taste the whole of 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....the worst turns" the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the element's rage, the fiend voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall... | |
 | Joseph Forster - 1890 - 160 страница
...worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall" change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a joy, then a light, then thy breast, 0 thou soul of my soul ! 1 shall clasp thee again, And with God... | |
 | 1890 - 890 страница
...concludes with an allusion to her. The poem is a looking forward to death. And the elements' race, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace, then a joy, Then a light, then thy breast, Oh thon .-mil of in y BOUI ! I shall clasp thee again, And... | |
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