 And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute 's at end,...  The Outlook - Strana 2591899Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Joseph Forster - 1890 - Počet stránok 192
...fight more, The best and the last ! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it,...the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a joy, then a light, then thy breast, 0... | |
 | Joseph Forster - 1890 - Počet stránok 162
...fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forcbore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it,...the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, Shall change, shall become first a peace ont of pain. Then a joy, then a light, then thy breast, O... | |
 | William G. Kingsland - 1890 - Počet stránok 160
...fight more, The best and the last ! [bore, I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forAnd bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it,...sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute 's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1890 - Počet stránok 330
...fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare...sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute 's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1890 - Počet stránok 584
...fight more, The best and the last ! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it,...like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a moment pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns" the best to... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1890 - Počet stránok 344
...fight more, The best and the last ! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brant, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the... | |
 | Joseph Forster - 1890 - Počet stránok 160
...fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the brnnt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness, and cold. For sudden the worst turns... | |
 | Dinah Maria Mulock Craik - 1890 - Počet stránok 294
...for—read steadily, even when she came to the last verse in that passionate " Prospice :"— " Till, sudden, the worst turns the best to the brave, The...black minute's at end : And the elements rage, the fiend voices that rave Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace, then a... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1890 - Počet stránok 588
...! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. Ho I let mo tasto the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a moment pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the... | |
 | 1890 - Počet stránok 492
...not a bolder departure from use and wont for him f Why dwell on, why extend the " black minute ? " " For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minutes at end ; And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall... | |
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