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по Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1862
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Том 12

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1838 - 564 страници
...Life is real—life is earnest — And the grave is not its goal : Dust thou art, to dust returnee!, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destin'd end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and...

Voices of the Night

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1839 - 174 страници
...what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment,...than to-day. •< Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the...

Christian Examiner and Theological Review, Том 10;&nbsp;Том 28

1840 - 424 страници
...they seem. " Life is real ! life is earnest; And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. " Not enjoyment,...than to-day. " Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the...

Voices of the Night

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1840 - 182 страници
...what they seem. L ; fe is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment,...farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the...

Voices of the Night

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1840 - 178 страници
...earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest," Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that...farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the...

The North American Review, Том 50

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1840 - 610 страници
...what they seem. "Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. " Not enjoyment,...destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow i Find us farther than to-day. " Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and...

VOICES OF THE NIGHT

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW - 1841 - 190 страници
...they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest," Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment,...farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the...

The Monthly Review

1842 - 610 страници
...what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment...destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Finds us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave,...

Practical and Experimental Religion: Or the Teachings and Tendencies of ...

Henry Bacon - 1842 - 232 страници
...own ease—those who felt deeper than the poet the poet's truth— " Not enjoyment and not sorrow, la our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to•morrow Find us farther than to,day.'' An "easy religion" devcloi"s nc'u.lu^ great in its subject. " It is calumny on men," says Carlyle,...

The Poets and Poetry of America

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 536 страници
...they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment,...farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, arc beating Funeral marches to the...




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