 | Henry George Bohn - 1867 - 752 str.
...sweetly sleep Low in the ground. Jamee Montgomery. Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathom'd, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast .Roll, to be swallow d up and lost GRAVE — continued. I like that ancient Saxon phrase which calls The burial-ground,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1868 - 252 str.
...nnfathonied, honndless sea, The silent grave! Thither all earthiy pomp and hoast lloll, to he swallowсd np and lost In one dark wave. Thither the mighty torrents stray, Thither the hrook pnrsnes its way, And tinkling rill. There nil are eqnal. Side hy side The poor man and the son... | |
 | George Eckford Gull - 1869 - 250 str.
...only one book, and at one place we read— " Our lives are rivers, rolling free To that unfathom'd, boundless sea, The silent grave. Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallow'd up and lost In one dark wave." Turning over the leaves, in another place we come upon—... | |
 | Epitaphs - 1869 - 216 str.
...each grace to perfect beauty rise, And bud with glory when it breathes the skies. B. MONTGOMERY. B lives are rivers, gliding free, To that unfathomed boundless sea, The silent grave. LONGFELLOW. I./7AN storied urn, or animated bust "ftg Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1870 - 642 str.
...not decay; Fleeting as were the dreams of old, Remembered like a tale that's told, They pass away. Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed,...pursues its way, And tinkling rill. There all are equal. Side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still. I will not here invoke the... | |
 | Literary bouquet - 1872 - 180 str.
...of a new dynasty of thinkers — sealed up an old epoch and unsealed a new. Samuel Neil. OUR LIVES. OUR lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed,...pursues its way, And tinkling rill. There all are equal. Side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still. Longfellow. THE LIGHT OF... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1872 - 730 str.
...not decay; Fleeting as were the dreams of old, Remembered like a talc that'n told. They pass away. Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed,...pursues its way, And tinkling rill. There all are equal. Side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still. I will not here invoice the... | |
 | 1872 - 710 str.
...some come in. -Zip. HoTUG, 2150. LIFE, Way of. Our lives arc rivers, gliding free To that unfathomcd, 0. Manrique. 2151. LKlHT, A Bhuung. ЕР1ТАРП OF A VANISHED ST VIL So said, he raised, according to... | |
 | 1884 - 794 str.
...dash themselves to pieces. Shak*peare. He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green. Bacon. Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed,...Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In one dark wave. Longfellow. Known mischiefs have their cure, but doubts have none; And better is despair than fruitless... | |
 | George Ticknor - 1872 - 608 str.
...brooding in solitude over his sorrows, does not even look round for consolation. He says, in his grief,— Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed,...silent grave ; Thither all earthly pomp and boast Boll, to be swallowed up and lost In one dark wave. Thither the mighty torrents stray, Thither the... | |
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Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In one dark wave. Thither the mighty torrents stray, Thither the brook pursues its way, And tinkling... 
