 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 688 psl.
...Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's ears : The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears : The black earth yawns : the mortal disappears ; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; He is gone who seem'd so great. — Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and... | |
 | William Torrey Harris, Andrew Jackson Rickoff, Mark Bailey - 1878 - 508 psl.
...the " Dead March " wails in the people's ears : The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears : The black earth yawns : the mortal disappears ; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. 12. He is gone who seemed so great — Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1878 - 194 psl.
...Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's ears. The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears: The black earth yawns : the mortal disappears ; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; lie is gone who secm'd so great. — Gone; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1880 - 584 psl.
...Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's ears : The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears : The black earth yawns : the mortal disappears ; Ashes...to dust; He is gone who seemed so great. — Gone ; hut nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something... | |
 | sir Edmund William Gosse - 1881 - 308 psl.
...Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's ears : The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears: The black earth yawns : the mortal disappears ; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; He is gone who seem'd so great. — Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1881 - 742 psl.
...Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's ears : The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears : The black earth yawns : the mortal disappears ; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; He is gone who seem'd to great. — Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 psl.
...Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's cars : The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears : em To charge the Volscian home : And wives still pray to Juno For boys with hearts as bold A seem'd so great. — Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and... | |
 | Newark, N.J. Citizens - 1881 - 52 psl.
...renown." " The dead march wails in the people's ears, The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears, The black earth yawns, the mortal disappears." " Ashes to ashes, dust to 'lust : He is gone who seemed so great, Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his... | |
 | Arthur Compton Auchmuty - 1882 - 172 psl.
...Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's ears : The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears : The black earth yawns : the mortal disappears ; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; He is gone who seem'd so great. — Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and... | |
 | Arthur Compton Auchmuty - 1882 - 170 psl.
...Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's ears : The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears : The black earth yawns : the mortal disappears ; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; He is gone who seem'd so great. — Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and... | |
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Gone; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in State, And that he wears a truer crown Than any wreath that man can weave him. 
