...approaching death, where he writes of himself as One who never tamed his back, but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though...would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to flght better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with...

...lines, the Epilogue to * Asolando,' — ' One who never turned his back, but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though...worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are bullied to fight better, Sleep to wake.' As facts in the mental history, as products of human thought,...

...him to the object of his dearest love : " One who never turned hia back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed though...were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to riae, are baffled to fight better. Sleep to wake." Unspoken Sermons. Third Series. By George MacDonald....

...his favourite poet Browning,— ' Never turned his back, but marched breast forward; Never doubting clouds would break ; Never dreamed, though right were...worsted, wrong would triumph ; Held we fall to rise, arc baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.' " After Mr. Martin had spoken, I added a few words, the...

...hopeless, did I drivel — Being — who ? One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held wo fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's...

...his back, but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed tho' right was worsted wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep or wake." Elsewhere lie illustrates the saying of Augustine, " O God, Thou mildest us for Thyself,...

...helpless, hopeless, did I drivel Being — who? One who never turned his back, but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break; Never dreamed though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Meld we fail to rise, arc baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday, in the bustle of...

...hopeless, did I drivel — Being — who ? One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with a cheer ! Bid him forward, breast...

...ideals to vanish, for one of his enthusiasms to lose its heat; to the last, as he so truly said, he " never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph." The subtlest of writers, he was the simplest of men, and he learned in serenity what he taught in song....

...soul as to make it miss life's evei^y goal, no conjectural duty-doing at no matter whose expense : " Held we fall to rise, " are baffled to fight better. Sleep to wake." Did he drivel ? " There is an evil wrought by want of thought " — " As well as want of heart." would...