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" Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,... "
Public Speaking for Business Men - Page 74
by William George Hoffman - 1923 - 300 pages
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...to truth laborious, and no life,. Not even this life I live, intolerable! ROBERT BROWNING. PROSP1CE. FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The...face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am Hearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands,...
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The British Quarterly Review, Volume 44

Henry Allon - 1866 - 606 pages
...monotony of it, but among the earnest workers and able thinkers of the time, those who are familiar with ' The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe;' for Mrs. Craik's great charm is a repose of manner, a quiet dignity of style, which, while it impresses...
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The Cornhill Magazine

William Makepeace Thackeray - 1913 - 872 pages
...friend hardly ruffled his trustful serenity. Of his own death I cannot write. Browning foresaw it : ' Fear death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The...done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle 's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter,...
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The Cornhill Magazine

William Makepeace Thackeray - 1916 - 790 pages
...placed his hand gently beside him, and took the rosary from the other one and hung it round his neck. ' The strong man must go : For the journey is done and the summit attained And the barriers fall. Sudden the worst turns the best to the brave The black minute's at end.' BROWNING. Before very long...
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Dramatis Personœ

Robert Browning - 1864 - 298 pages
...I, — whene'er the leaf grows there, Its drop comes from my heart, that 's all. PROSPICE. PROSPICE. FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The...done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle 's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter,...
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Dramatis Personae

Robert Browning - 1864 - 268 pages
...But I,—whene'er the leaf grows there, Its drop comes from my heart, that's all. PROSPICE. PROSPICE. FEAR death ?—to feel the fog in my throat, The mist...done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle 's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter,...
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Dramatis personæ [poems]. Author's ed

Robert Browning - 1864 - 276 pages
...I, — whene'er the leaf grows there, Its drop comes from my heart, that 's all. PROSPICE. PKOSPICE. FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The...done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle 's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter,...
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Dramatis Personœ

Robert Browning - 1864 - 300 pages
...whene'er the leaf grows there, Its drop comes from my heart, that 's all. PROSPICE, PROSPICE. FEAK death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist...done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle 's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter,...
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The Christian spectator. New ser. [of The Monthly Christian ..., Volume 6

1865 - 826 pages
...close with some noble lines, different in strain from all that we have quoted before : — PROSPICE. " Fear death ?— to feel the fog in my throat, The...done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so...
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Spring-time with the poets, poetry selected and arranged by F. Martin

Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 pages
...from your sights. Baling. Go, some of you convey him to the Tower. " W. Shakespeare. LXXVII. PROSPICE. death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist...done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so...
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