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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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Home Pictures of English Poets, for Fireside and Schoolroom

Kate Sanborn - 1869 - 291 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...

The Sporting magazine; or Monthly calendar of the transactions of the turf ...

...vested in fine linen, and the low-born in rags — that each should have his skeleton ? "To each his sufferings ; all are men Condemned alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own." •Collision with the world confirms the fact, and enlightens every sceptic on the point;...

Progressive Exercises in English Composition

Richard Green Parker - 1871 - 240 oldal
...the water, or on the surface of it, for the incitement and the reward of their industry. To each his sufferings ; all are men Condemned alike to groan : The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. REKARK 1. — The rule, of course, applies when only one of the chief divisions...

The Young scholar, 1. kötet

1872
...rebukes the whole tenour of this composition, " Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof." 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 selection of English poetry, designed for the use of schools and families

English poetry - 1873
...night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly the approach of morn. * * ' * * * * 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 Practical and Critical Grammar of the English Language

Noble Butler - 1874 - 312 oldal
...The marsh is frozen, On village windows The river dead. That glimmer red.— Longfeltaw. 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...

Life and Letters of Madame Swetchine

Alfred-Frédéric-Pierre comte de Falloux du Coudray - 1867 - 369 oldal
...by making herself the centre of her life ? It reminds me of that English verse : — " To each his sufferings. All are men Condemned alike to groan :...The tender, for another's pain ; The unfeeling, for his own." Judging by the sad impression which misfortune makes, it would seem to be new to us every...

Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 352 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 lute, And happiness...

Our Poetical Favorites, Second Series: A Selection from the Best ..., 2. kötet

1876 - 543 oldal
...Lo, 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 New Library of Poetry and Song, 2. kötet

William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 934 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...




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