 | 1871 - 360 oldal
...marbles play ; Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth, to flesh and sense unknown, That life is ever lord of death, And love can never lose its own. Whittier. LIKE snow that falls where waters glide, Earth's pleasures fade away ; They melt in time's... | |
 | 1911 - 322 oldal
...the breaking day — Across the mournful marbles play Who hath not learned in hours of faith, That Life is ever Lord of Death, . And Love can never lose its own !" — From "Snowboiiml." Who wrote "Snowbound?" Why was he called о Quaker poet ? What is the story... | |
 | 1866 - 450 oldal
...mournful marbles play ! Who hath not learned in hour of faith The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever Lord of death And Love can never lose its own. SEBASTIAN GOMEZ, OB MUEILLO'S MULATTO. The sun had but just risen, and all Seville was buried in sleep,... | |
 | 1866 - 470 oldal
...being there are made to do and say what we might suppose they would in the time and circumstances : " We sped the time with stories old, Wrought puzzles out, and riddles told." The father tells of trapping and hunting and fishing and sailing ; of life in the wild woods and Indian... | |
 | 1866 - 110 oldal
...INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. ' WlIO HATH NOT LEARNED, IN HOURS OF FAITH, THE TRUTH TO FLESH AND SENSE UNKNOWN, THAT LIFE is EVER LORD OF DEATH, AND LOVE CAN NEVER LOSE ITS OWN?" — Whillier. PREFACE. THE annexed sketch of the life and character of Mrs. Clarke is substantially... | |
 | 1866 - 930 oldal
...somehow, somewhere, meet we must ; " and adds, with an " alas I " for him who believes it not — "That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own." s or SBTINTT YEARS. By Mrs. John Farrar. 12mo. 331 pp. The lady author of this spicy book, having a... | |
 | 1867 - 894 oldal
...snow wreath : — Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own ! There is rich felicity of description in these easy happy verses ; they flow is freely ae a river... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 386 oldal
...mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own ! ANALYSIS OF SELECTION V. Is this selection prose, or poetry ? How do they differ from each other... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 372 oldal
...mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own 1 ANALYSIS OF SELECTION V. Is this selection prose, or poetry? How do they differ from each other ?... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1868 - 76 oldal
...marbles play ! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose...school-book lore " The Chief of Gambia's golden shore." _L* ^ ••" " •*•" How often since, when all the land Was clay in Slavery's shaping hand, As... | |
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Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death And Love can never lose its own... 
