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" All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In... "
British Senators: Or, Political Sketches, Past and Present - الصفحة 121
بواسطة James Ewing Ritchie - 1869 - عدد الصفحات: 426
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Sabrinae corolla in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contextuerunt tres ...

Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - عدد الصفحات: 368
...that will last ? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with...there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence, ripen, fall, and cease. Give us long...

The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, المجلد 181

1895 - عدد الصفحات: 588
...contemplative repose. ' There is no joy but calm ! ' ' Why should we only toil, the roof and crown of things 1 Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with...there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest and ripen toward the grave In silence ; vipen, fall and cease : Give us long...

Blackwood's Magazine, المجلد 65

1849 - عدد الصفحات: 792
...that will last ? All things an taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with...there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things hare rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence, — ripen, fall, and cease: Give us...

Poems, المجلد 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 260
...that will last ? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with...there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence, ripen, fall and cease : Give us long...

New Englander and Yale Review, المجلد 24

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 836
...done for Freedom and Justice, and dreamily mutters: " There ia no joy but calm. Let us alone. Wbat pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the olimbing wave!" The war well over, the great mass of the people begin to turn a deaf ear to political...

The New Englander, المجلد 24

1865 - عدد الصفحات: 836
...that enough has been done for Freedom and Justice, and dreamily mutters : " There is no joy but calm. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil 1 Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave !" The war well over, the great mass of...

The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, المجلدات 16-17

1849 - عدد الصفحات: 608
...are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past. Let us alone. What pleasures can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence, — ripen, fall, and cease : Give us...

Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 510
...that will last ? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with...there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence, ripen, fall and cease : Give us long...

The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, المجلد 6

1845 - عدد الصفحات: 608
...that will last ? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with...there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave — In silence, ripen, fall, and cease : Give us long...

The British Quarterly Review, المجلد 2

Henry Allon - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 646
...that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with...there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave — In silence, ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long...




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