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
| John Churton Collins - 1896 - 502 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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