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" Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not 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 Pioneer: Or, Leaves from an Editor's Portfolio - Страница 43
по Henry Clapp - 1846 - 208 страници
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The British Millennial Harbinger

1852 - 588 страници
...Christ." A PSALM OF LIFE. WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST. TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream !" For the soul...slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its gonl: " Bust thou art, to dust returnest," Was not...

Cottage verse; a collection of hymns and spiritual songs, ed. by J. Jones

Cottage verse, Joseph Jones - 1852 - 296 страници
...thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel &c. 234. Human Life. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul...slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ; life is earnest ; And the grave is not its goal : Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not...

The North British review

1852 - 620 страници
...remember rightly, by Tennyson, or even, except for ridicule, by Wordsworth. " Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul...slumbers, And things are not what they seem. " Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ! Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not...

Fancies of a Whimsical Man

Frederic Townsend - 1852 - 292 страници
...singing unto myself, the first and sixth verses of Longfellow's Psalm of Life. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, » Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul...that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant, Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act — act in the living Present...

Lectures on the Formation of Character

Thomas March Clark - 1852 - 170 страници
...humanity, do it with all your might, and do it now. "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, and not sorrow, la our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Let us, then,...

Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady

Choice descriptive poetry - 1852 - 112 страници
...rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm. ROBERT BURNS. LIFE IN EARNEST. TELL me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not as they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art, to...

Selections from the Poets ...: For the Use of Schools

1852 - 196 страници
...hand upon thy mane — as I do here. Jl ^anlra of life. BY H. LONGFELLOW. TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are riot what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art,...

Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Том 27

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 страници
...ridicule, by Wordsworth. " Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! 1852.] [Oct., For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. " Life is real ! Life iз earnest ! And (lie grave is not its goal ! Dust thou art, to dust veturnest, Was not...

Voices of the Night, and Other Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852 - 256 страници
...Night. A PSALM OF LIFE. WHAT THE HKAKT OF THK YOUNC MAN SAID TO THK PSALMIST. TELL me not in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things arc not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou...

A Second Gallery of Literary Portraits

George Gilfillan - 1852 - 346 страници
...accompaniment :— "Life is real, Life is earnest, And the grave is not its goal: ' Dost thou art, to dust returnest,' Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment and not sorrow, Is our being's destined way; But to act that each to-morrow. Finds us farther than to-day. In the world's...




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