...of death, be sure also to proclaim to us life. For " "Pis life, whereof our nerves are scant ; Oh, life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want." Herein lies the great defect of that otherwise faultless poem, Gray's Elegy in a Country...

...Christians drawn to Christ are not drawn by death, bnt by life. " Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, Tin life, not death, for which we pant, More life, and fuller that we want." True Christians are in no sense vultures, and Christ is in no sense a carcase. The true explanation...

...breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want." I ceas'd, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold, it is the Sabbath...

...want of man Is to prove, affirm, augment, his own life. 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want. Man lives under the law of progress which is the striving after perfection, and of which the highest...

...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. 'T is life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want ! And this will be enough to recall to the recollection of not a few, the mournful incident...

...breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want." I ceas'd, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold, it is the Sabbath...

...kcenly the truth sung by our great contemporary poct — " TIB life whereof our nerves are seant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ! More life and fuller, that I want." He stood hefore his first love, and shrank not from ruing on her, though his heart had not throbbed...

...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. ''Tie life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want.' Here we must part company with Mr. Tennyson. We have been very sparing of quotations brought...

...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. ' 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that we want.' Here we must part company with Mr. Tennyson. We have l>een very sparing of quotations brought...

...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. "Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death for which we pant; More life, and fuller that I want.' I ceased, and -sate as one forlorn. Then said the voice in quiet scorn, ' Behold, it is the Sabbath...