 | 1853 - 1142 oldal
...by misery and by guilt. When life can but perpetuate bitter memories, the wretched rush from it, " Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled, Any where, any where, Cut of the world." * And not alone the desolate and broken hearted. But those... | |
 | 474 oldal
...bleak winds of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river ; Mad from life's history — Glad to death's mystery...hurled — Anywhere — anywhere Out of the world!" Is not that brief expression " anywhere, anywhere, out of the world," the consummation of human despair... | |
 | 742 oldal
...bleak winds of March Hade her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river. Mad from Life's history, Glad to Death's mystery Swift to be hurled, Auywhere ! anywhere out of the world!" I got up from my seat, I walked slowly but unwaveringly towards... | |
 | 1846 - 608 oldal
...history, Glatl to death's mystery Swift to be hurl'd — Any where, nny where Out of the world J " In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran — OVIT the brink of h, Picture it — ihink of it, Diasolute Man ! Lave in it, drink of it, Then,... | |
 | 1845 - 656 oldal
...hurrying God knows whither — perhaps to her garrethome— perhaps, wanting that, to the River — '' Mad from life's history* Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled — Any where — any where Out of the world I " As the thought crossed my mind, I turned shuddering,... | |
 | 1846 - 308 oldal
...river : Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd — Any where, any where, Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter...Dissolute Man ! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can ! Smooth, and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly ! Dreadfully staring Through... | |
 | 1846 - 588 oldal
...improvement in expression, is striking enough ; but what shall be said of the stanza that follows ? — ' In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough...— Picture it — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave of it — drink of it Then, if you can.' This seems to us the very gallop of false verse, and as far... | |
 | 1846 - 674 oldal
...enough ; but what shall be said of the stanza that follows ? — ' In she plunged boldly, No matter haw coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it...— Picture it — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave of it — drink of it Then, if you can.' This seems to us the very gallop of false verse, and as far... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1846 - 620 oldal
...plongcd boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran — OvfT the brink of it, Picture it— ihink of it, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can I "Take her op tenderly, op t ith Lift her wit care ; Faehion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair !... | |
 | 1846 - 508 oldal
...witnesses of those fearful struggles with passion and strong despair which end in that wild resolve — ' Mad from Life's history, Glad to Death's mystery Swift to be hurled, A ny where — anywhere — Out of the world.' " ~4 And there it is, the ruined monument of that awful... | |
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Mad from Life's history, Glad to Death's mystery, Swift to be hurled— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly. 
