 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.  Living English Poets– MDCCCLXXXII. - 252 psl.1883 - 325 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Arthur Cayley Headlam - 1895 - 588 psl.
...anticipate that there will come evil days for the musicians in a minor key who now find favour among us : ' We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure,...and with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves endure.' 1 When a poet who writes in this strain presents himself at the august court of the twentieth century,... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 376 psl.
...Blind buds that snows have shaken, Wild leaves that winds have taken, Red strays of ruined springs. We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure;...lure; And love, grown faint and fretful, With lips but half-regretful Sighs, and with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves endure. From too much love of living,... | |
 | Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards - 1879 - 390 psl.
...Blind buds that snows have shaken, Wild leaves that winds have taken, Red strays of ruined springs. We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure;...lure; And love, grown faint and fretful, With lips but half-regretful Sighs, and with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves endure. From too much love of living,... | |
 | John Hill (novelist.) - 1882 - 276 psl.
...destruction of mine — voyons ! — T like her almost as if she were a man — curious.' CHAPTER X. ' From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free.' ' These stately stars, in their now shining faces, "With sinless Sleep, and Silence, "Wisdom's mother,... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1883 - 392 psl.
...Blind buds that snows have shaken, Wild leaves that winds have taker . Red strays of ruined springs. We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure...living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgivin-* Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever ; That dead men rise up never ; That... | |
 | Rose Elizabeth Cleveland - 1885 - 212 psl.
...mournfulest negatives he arrives at certainties which put some meaning into his luxury of sound. " From too much love of living, From hope and fear set...free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods there be, That no life lives forever, That dead men rise up never, That even the weariest river Winds... | |
 | Moses Coit Tyler - 1886 - 172 psl.
..."Ode to Victor Hugo," "The Nayades," and "Garden of Proserpine." The closing lines of this last — "From too much love of living, From hope and fear...free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods there be That no life lives forever ; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds... | |
 | Charlotte Louisa Hawkins Dempster - 1888 - 358 psl.
...the more likely is he to be saddened by the glib comments of the crowd. CHAPTER XXVII. AT THE LAST. From too much love of living, From hope and fear set...thank, with brief thanksgiving, Whatever gods may beThat no life lives for ever, That dead men rise up never, That even the weariest river Winds somewhere... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1889 - 344 psl.
...Blind buds that snows have shaken, Wild leaves that winds have taken, Red strays of ruined springs. We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; To-day will die to-morrow ; And love, grown faint and fretful, With lips but half regretful Sighs, and with eyes forgetful Weeps... | |
 | 1891 - 900 psl.
...much of love, as of " love's sad satiety," of the weary parting of those who once were glad to meet. Love grown faint and fretful, With lips but half regretful,...and with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves endure. In " Atalanta in Calydon," Venus Anadyomene is hymned by the chorus in strains of very dubious praise... | |
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