 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
 | William Stanley Braithwaite - 1909 - 1313 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 ling'ring on from partial death to death, Till, dying, all he can... | |
 | Frederick Parkes Weber - 1918 - 786 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,"... | |
 | Catherine La Courreye Blecki, Karin A. Wulf - 2010
...those we love, decay, we dye in Part "String after String is sever 'd from the Heart, " 'Till loosen'd Life at last but breathing Clay, "Without one Pang...fall away. "Unhappy he who latest feels the Blow, 130 "Whose Eyes have wept o'er ev'ry Friend laid low, "Dragg'd ling'ring on from partial Death to Death,... | |
 | REV H. HASTINGS WELD - 1869
...the last. MRS. ST. LEON LOUD. As those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is sefired 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... | |
 | John Churton Collins - 1896 - 419 lehte
...COLLINS. As those we love decay, we die in part, Tie after tie 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... | |
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