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" Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. ' Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want. "
Hardwicke's Science-gossip: An Illustrated Medium of Interchange and Gossip ... - Page 266
redigeeritud poolt - 1868
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The Repository, 51–52. köide

1874 - 1002 lehte
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. 'Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, O life, not death, for which we pant. More life and fuller, that we want." None so poor, so forlorn, so full of misery, but comes with gladness to the altar of this hope. Whatever...
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Kalendar notes: short devotional comments for every Sunday and holyday in ...

John Richard Vernon - 1874 - 252 lehte
...we long — for death ? Nay, for life indeed. "'Tis Life, whereof our nerves are scant ; Tennyso O Life, not Death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want ! " And this is what God promises, as the reward of our faithful service here. A short while, or a...
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The childhood of religions

Edward Clodd - 1875 - 398 lehte
...Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death,...which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want.' The teaching of Buddha, like that of Christ, has been changed and overlaid with doctrines foreign to...
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Gentleman Verschoyle, 1. köide

Laura M. Lane - 1875 - 326 lehte
...tears, When, soil'il with noble dust, he hears His country's war-song thrills his ears. ****** "fis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death,...which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want." TO MY DEAR FATHEK, HIS YOUNGEST CHILI). GENTLEMAN VEKSCHOYLE. CHAPTER I. " A CAPITAL investment," said...
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The Works of Miss Thackeray, 1. köide

Anne Thackeray Ritchie - 1875 - 594 lehte
...THACKEEAY THE WOEKS OP MISS THACKERAY THE W011KS OP MISS THACKEBAY OLD KENSINGTON OLD KENSINGTON T'is life whereof our nerves are scant, Oh! life, not death, for which we pant. More life and fuller that I want. ALFRED TENNYSON. I OLD KENSINGTON, BY MISS TIIACKE11AY. LONDON. SMITH, ELDER, & CO., 15, WATERLOO...
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The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, 1. köide

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 336 lehte
...crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want." I ceased, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold, it is the...
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The baptist Magazine

1875 - 588 lehte
...Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. 'Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we punt ; More hfe, and fuller, that we want." THESE LONGINGS STRENGTHENED BY CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. It...
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The Complete Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 494 lehte
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " T is life, whereof our nerves are scant, 0 life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that 1 want." 1 ceased, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold, it is the...
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Ancient Pagan and Modern Christian Symbolism

Thomas Inman - 1875 - 272 lehte
...Voltaire to his physician. And our poet laureate has sung, 'T is Life, whereof our nerves are scant, O life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that 7 want. But we must add, as necessarily contained in the idea of Life in its highest sense, those things...
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A New Godiva

Sydney Hodges - 1876 - 370 lehte
...looked for succor, really stares us in the face, we flee from him as from a ghastly spectre. "This life whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want." A ship was beating to the southward against the summer monsoon, and had made what sailors...
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