 Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want.  Unity Pulpit - 8 psl.1887Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1869
...of death, be sure also to proclaim to us life. For " "Pis life, whereof our nerves are scant ; Oh, life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want." Herein lies the great defect of that otherwise faultless poem, Gray's Elegy in a Country... | |
 | 1884 - 626 psl.
...Christians drawn to Christ are not drawn by death, bnt by life. " Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, Tin life, not death, for which we pant, More life, and fuller that we want." True Christians are in no sense vultures, and Christ is in no sense a carcase. The true explanation... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 psl.
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want." I ceas'd, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold, it is the Sabbath... | |
 | 1897 - 986 psl.
...want of man Is to prove, affirm, augment, his own life. 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want. Man lives under the law of progress which is the striving after perfection, and of which the highest... | |
 | 1850 - 640 psl.
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. 'T is life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want ! And this will be enough to recall to the recollection of not a few, the mournful incident... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 psl.
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want." I ceas'd, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold, it is the Sabbath... | |
 | Anna Maria Hall - 426 psl.
...kcenly the truth sung by our great contemporary poct — " TIB life whereof our nerves are seant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ! More life and fuller, that I want." He stood hefore his first love, and shrank not from ruing on her, though his heart had not throbbed... | |
 | 1845 - 608 psl.
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. ''Tie life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want.' Here we must part company with Mr. Tennyson. We have been very sparing of quotations brought... | |
 | Henry Allon - 1845 - 646 psl.
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. ' 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that we want.' Here we must part company with Mr. Tennyson. We have l>een very sparing of quotations brought... | |
 | William Howitt - 1847 - 566 psl.
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. "Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death for which we pant; More life, and fuller that I want.' I ceased, and -sate as one forlorn. Then said the voice in quiet scorn, ' Behold, it is the Sabbath... | |
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