 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.  The Classic Myths in English Literature - Page 80edited by - 1893 - 540 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1923 - 874 pages
...human injustice, speaks in the tone of these thrilling chapters, composed in a realm of the mind— From too much love of living, from hope and fear set free. A perennial objection justifiably arises in this country against the immense vogue in American letters... | |
 | William Paton Ker - 1923 - 168 pages
...introduced into English verse 50 Shelley by Sidney ; it is the measure of the Garden of Proserpine : From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free. But it comes in only accidentally in Shelley's poem. His shortened form of the verse does not give... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1918 - 696 pages
...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;...will die to-morrow; Time stoops to no man's lure; I And love, grown faint and fretful, T — I With lips but half regretful Sighs, and with eyes forgetful... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1924 - 774 pages
...Blind buds that snows have shaken, 70 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 ; 75 Time stoops to no man's lure ; And love, grown faint and fretful, With lips but half regretful... | |
 | Vernon Blake - 1925 - 428 pages
...or pine-tree shape. The end aimed at is illusion. A last quotation from Swinburne, taken at random : We are not sure of sorrow. And joy was never sure...regretful, Sighs and with eyes forgetful, Weeps that no love endures. A tidy and invariable rhythm chosen once for all, a studied uniformity in which the pseudo-changes... | |
 | Vernon Blake - 1925 - 444 pages
...or pine-tree shape. The end aimed at is illusion. A last quotation from Swinburne, taken at random : We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure...regretful, Sighs and with eyes forgetful, Weeps that no love endures. A tidy and invariable rhythm chosen once for all, a studied uniformity in which the pseudo-changes... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1925 - 388 pages
...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...fretful, With lips but half regretful Sighs, and with eves forgetful Weeps that no loves endure. From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving... | |
 | Edmund Gosse - 1925 - 100 pages
...laughter, weary of all things human and divine, the speaker has this comfort only left him, that " From too much love of living, From hope and fear set...thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be, 26 That no life lives for ever ; That dead men rise up never ; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 928 pages
...Blind buds that snows have shaken, Wild leaves that winds have taken, Red strays of ruined springs. 72 thews Manly 80 From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever... | |
 | Cora Lenore Williams - 1926 - 56 pages
...destroy but to fulfill, for it completes the self-release which is essential to spiritual contact. CHORUS From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free. 50 It will be my province to awaken men to the fact that, since they are differentiated one from another... | |
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