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" To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy... "
The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany - 7. oldal
1821
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Ephraim Holding's Homely Hints: Chiefly Addressed to Sunday School Teachers

Old Humphrey - 1845 - 241 oldal
...ire sure to be tried, for " God is too merciful to leave us without trial.." "Whate'er our stations, 'all are men, Condemned alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain The unfeeling for his own.' " I need not be told that the cares of your school are not your only cares, and that, at...

Thoughts on the Poets

Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 318 oldal
...following stanza which, as a whole is common-place enough, has passed into a proverb : To each his sufferings ; all are men, Condemned alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too...

The Bible class magazine [ed. by C.H. Bateman]., 4. kötet

National Sunday school union - 1851
...of christian people. " In the world ye shall have tribulation," John xvi. 33. " All have trouble ; all are men Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own." But this is no reason why you should not have your seasous of re132 THE BIBLE CLASS MAGAZINE....

Beauties of the British Poets ...

George Croly - 1850 - 395 oldal
...band, That numbs the soul with icy hand; And slow i•.imsinaiai; age. To each his sufferings ; ail are men, Condemned alike to groan : The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet ab ! why should they know their fate Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness...

Carl, the Young Emigrant: A Memoir of Schools and Schoolmasters

American Sunday-School Union - 1851 - 233 oldal
...for them ?" "I might answer you in the words of Gray, written in view of such a scene : ' To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemned alike to groan...The tender, for another's pain, The unfeeling, for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness...

Select English poetry, with notes by E. Hughes

Edward Hughes - 1851
...poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand ; And slow consuming age. To each his sufferings ; all are men, Condemned alike to groan...; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness...

The speaker: or, Miscellaneous pieces selected from the best English writers ...

William Enfield, James Pycroft - 1851
...to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow consuming Age. To each his suffrings : all are men, Condemned alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate Since Sorrow never comes too late,...

Studies from the English poets

George Frederick Graham - 1852 - 519 oldal
...! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : — all are men, Condemned alike to groan...; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness...

A cyclopædia of poetical quotations, arranged by H.G. Adams

Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 733 oldal
...low to reach at things sublime 'Tis rather their misfortune than their crime. Davenant. To each his sufferings; all are men Condemned alike to groan, The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness...

Poets of England and America: Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both ...

1853 - 472 oldal
...! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemned alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate? Since sorrow never comes too...




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