 | Robert Collyer - 1867 - 334 páginas
...of it ; fare like my peers Who have met him of old ; Bear the brunt ; in a moment pay life's whole arrears Of pain, darkness, and cold : For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave. The dark minutes at end, Then the elements rage ; and the voices that rave Shall soften and blend, —... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - 416 páginas
...last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past, No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of...sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute 's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1870 - 416 páginas
...last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past, No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of...black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace, then... | |
 | 1899 - 1078 páginas
...! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore. And made me creep past! No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of...black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of... | |
 | 1871 - 314 páginas
...! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of...For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall... | |
 | Poems - 1872 - 362 páginas
...! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of...black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become, first a piece out of... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1874 - 372 páginas
...last ! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of...sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute 's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall... | |
 | 1920 - 742 páginas
...get up and begin again — So the chase takes up one's life, that's all." Or the end of Prospicc : " For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the element's rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1875 - 302 páginas
...last ! would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past o! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, ear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness, and cold, or sudden the worst... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1877 - 306 páginas
...! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of...sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute 's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall... | |
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And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end,... 
