...! 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 old, 72 Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness, and cold. For sudden the...

...! 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 peace out of...

...stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go: (1. 1—8) 69 No! let me taste ) (1. 17-20) 70 O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest! (1. 27-28)...

...my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like mypeers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. Alas, For sadden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements'...

...last! I would hate that death handaged my eyes, and forhore, And hade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the hrunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the...

...and bid you creep past — a notion Robert Browning hated — or will you "taste the whole of it ... in a minute pay glad life's arrears of pain, darkness and cold," until your reunion with light and love?1 The evidence shows that we have more control over these final...

...bade me creep past. w No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers jjjj The heroes of old, 2 Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears...For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, H The black minute's at end, 2 And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices rave, ^ Shall dwindle, shall...

...Robert Browning's "Prospice": I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last! . . . For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave The Black minute's at end . . .2 Shackleton framed the world in an invariably optimistic way. On his first expedition to the...

...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, out of...

...though in conversation. Matt thought he recognized the words as one of Browning's statements on death. "Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears...the best to the brave, the black minute's at end." His father had what Matt guessed to be at least a two-or three-week-old beard. His yellow knit polo...