 Blind ! The Day's not yet, this life of ours Is still the night's slow retinue of hours ; Its sorrows, nightmares, phantasms of shade ; Its pleasures, dreams, that only form to fade. Our Life's a night through which we blindly grope With outstretched...  The ATO Palm - Sayfa 1141894Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | 1893 - 542 sayfa
...slow retinue of hours ; Its sorrows, nightmares, phantasms of shade ; Its pleasures, dreams, that onlj form to fade. Our Life's a night through which we...; Though gray the eve, so is the morning gray, Be thon uplift, O Heart I Death's visage wan Is lighted, not with twilight, but with dawn. The Palm of... | |
 | 1916 - 556 sayfa
...hear them say that Death is that Life's night, — That we but wax and wane with changing light. О Blind! The Day's not yet, this Life of ours Is still...gray the eve, so is the morning gray. Be thou uplift, О Heart! Death's visage wan Is lighted not with twilight, but with dawn. Forty-five THE SEMICE N TE... | |
 | 1892 - 710 sayfa
...light. O Blind! The Day 's not yet, this Life of ours Is still the night's slow retinue of hours; It's sorrows, nightmares, phantasms of shade; • Its pleasures,...eve, so is the morning gray. Be thou uplift, O Heart! Death 's visage wan Is lighted not with twilight but with dawn. A Unique Ordeal. [April, A UNIQUE ORDEAL.... | |
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