 | 1843 - 798 páginas
...hours, how slow the light ! And some, who flaunt amid the throng, Shall hide in dens of shame tonight. Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, They pass...tides of life that seem In shifting, aimless course lo tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolle to its predestined end. WORDSWORTH. PORT of the... | |
 | 1847 - 390 páginas
...hours, how slow the light ! And some, who flaunt amid the throng, Shall hide in dens of shame to-night. Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, They pass...thought. These struggling tides of life that seem Iu wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream, That rolls to its predestined... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint, John Holmes Agnew - 1843 - 632 páginas
...they reach the door Where one who made their dwelling dear, Its flower, its light, U seen no more. ' Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, They pass, and heed each other nut; There is who heeds, who holds them all, , In his large love and boundless thought. * These struggling... | |
 | William Russell - 1846 - 420 páginas
...!. And some, who flaunt amid the throng, Shall hide in dens of shame to night. Each, where his task or pleasures call, They pass and heed each other not....thought. These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course, to tend, Are eddies of the mighty Stream That rolls to its predestined End.... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1847 - 520 páginas
...hours, how slow the light! And some, who flaunt amid the throng, Shall hide in dens of shame to-night. Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, They pass,...thought. These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end. i... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1847 - 390 páginas
...hours, how slow the light ! And some, who flaunt amid the throng, Shall hide in dens of shame to-night. Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, They pass,...thought. These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end. THE... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1849 - 384 páginas
...hours, how slow the light! And some, who flaunt amid the throng, Shall hide in dens of shame to-night. Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, They pass, and heed each other not. aaa There is who heeds, who holds them all, In his large love and boundless thought. These struggling... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1851 - 380 páginas
...hours, how slow the light ! And some, who flaunt amid the throng, Shall hide in dens of shame to-night. Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, They pass,...thought. These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end. THE... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1852 - 388 páginas
...hours, how slow the light And some, who flaunt amid the throng, Shall hide in dens of shame to-night. Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, They pass, and heed each other not. « aa There is who heeds, who holds them all, In his large love and boundless thought. These struggling... | |
 | Sarah Carter Edgarton Mayo - 1853 - 346 páginas
...sympathetically all the variety of destiny that awaits the passions that sway the passers-by — " Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, They pass,...thought. " These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the miglity stream That rolls to its predestined end."... | |
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Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, They pass, and heed each other not. There is who heeds, who holds them all, In his large love and boundless thought. These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the... 
