 As those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is sever'd from the heart ; Till loosen'd life at last — but breathing clay, Without one pang, is glad to fall away. Unhappy he who latest feels the blow, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend...  The Polyanthos - Page 1161812Full view - About this book
 | Andrew Macphail - 1916 - 542 lehte
...those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is sever'd from the heart ; Till loosen'd life, at last but breathing clay, Without one pang...he who latest feels the blow, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, Dragg'd lingering on from partial death to death, Till, dying, all he can... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - 1918 - 1116 lehte
...we love decay, we die in part, **• String after string is sever'd from the heart ; Till loosen'd life, at last but breathing clay, Without one pang...he who latest feels the blow! Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, Dragg'd ling'ring on from partial death to death, Till, dying, all he can... | |
 | Frederick Parkes Weber - 1918 - 850 lehte
...painter, William Aikman : — " As those we love decay, we die in part ; String after string is severed from the heart, Till loosened life, at last, but breathing clay, Without one pang is glad to fall away." If living were regarded as merely weariness, empty vanity, misery, a painful dream, or a " fitful fever,"... | |
 | Oswald Doughty - 1922 - 488 lehte
...William Aikman, the painter : As those we love decay, we die in part, String after*string is severed from the heart ; Till loosened life, at last but breathing...he who latest feels the blow, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, Dragged lingering on from partial death to death, Till, dying, all he can... | |
 | Iolo Aneurin Williams - 1923 - 524 lehte
...those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is sever 'd from the heart ; Till loosen'd life, at last but breathing clay, Without one pang...he, who latest feels the blow, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, Dragg'd lingering on from partial death to death, Till, dying, all he can... | |
 | David Nichol Smith - 1926 - 744 lehte
...those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is sever'd from the heart ; Till loosen'd life, at last, but breathing clay, Without one pang...he, who latest feels the blow, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, Drag'd ling'ring on from partial death to death, Till, dying, all he can... | |
 | 1928 - 548 lehte
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| 1928 - 538 lehte
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