 I knock and fail to find you in; For every day I stand outside your door, And bid you wake, and rise to fight and win. Wail not for precious chances passed away, Weep not for golden ages on the wane ! Each night I burn the records of the day, — At sunrise...  The American Missionary - Página 1991918Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | William Iler Crane, William Henry Wheeler - 1919 - 456 páginas
...pages white as snow. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, 5 To vanished joys be deaf and blind and dumb. My judgments seal the dead past with its...hands and weep; I lend my arm to all who say, "I can!" 10 No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise and be again a man! QUESTIONS AND SUGGESTIONS... | |
 | William Iler Crane, William Henry Wheeler - 1919 - 458 páginas
...pages white as snow. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys be deaf and blind and dumb. My judgments seal the dead past with its...Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep ; I 4end my arm to all who say, "I can !" No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise and... | |
 | 1922 - 608 páginas
...! Each night I burn the records of the day, — At sunrise every soul is born again ! Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys...your hands and weep; I lend my arm to all who say "I cant !" No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep, But yet might rise and be again a man ! Dost thou... | |
 | L.W. Rogers - 1923 - 294 páginas
...the records of the day; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that are sped; To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb;...hands and weep, I lend my arm to all who say, "I can." What a magnificent view of human evolution! No ultimate failure possible because there is always another... | |
 | John Trotwood Moore, Austin Powers Foster - 1923 - 960 páginas
...wane! Each night I burn the records of the day — At sunrise every soul is born again! Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys be blind and dead and dumb; My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come.... | |
 | 1925 - 208 páginas
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 | 1926 - 914 páginas
...ages on the wane. Each night I burn the records of the day — At sunrise every soul is born again. "Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep, I lend my aid to all who say, 'can.' No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep But he might rise and be again... | |
 | William Gardiner - 1927 - 328 páginas
...the wane! Each night I burn the records of the day; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped; To vanished joys...with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. When I compare —Walter Malone. What I have lost with what I have gained, What I have missed with... | |
 | 1917 - 518 páginas
...the wane; Each night I burn the records of the day, At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped :' To vanished joys...with its dead; But never bind a moment yet to come. (A. reply to Ingall's poem "Opportunity.") — Owen Raymo. Colorado School of Mines Magazine Published... | |
 | 1941 - 740 páginas
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