...favourite lines of poetry and so forth ; and in one, still extant, I quoted as my favourite lines : From too much love of living, From hope and fear set...That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Considerably less than thirty years were needed to convince me (even if the book had not been...

...and fretful, With lips but half regretful Sighs, and with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves endure. From too much love of living, From hope and fear set...That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light : Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound...

...sweeter Than love's, who fears to greet her, To men that mix and meet her From many times and lands. From too much love of living, From hope and fear set...That no life lives for ever ; That dead men rise up ncver ; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. This is from Before Parting : I know...

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...and fretful, With lips but half regretful Sighs, and with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves endure. From too much love of living, From hope and fear set...thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives forever; That dead men rise up never ; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then...

...and, •las I of a dark and terrible philosophy, the author has condensed the entirety of his belief: "From too much love of living, From hope and fear...thanksgiving, Whatever gods may be : That no life lives forever, That dead men rise up never, That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. " Then...

...and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives forever ; That dead men rise up never ; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light : Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound...

...with death, our days are roofed with night."— To VICTOR Iluao. PAGE 192 : " No life lives forever : That dead men rise up, never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea." THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE. PAGE 206 : "The fashion of fair temples tremulous With tender blood."—...

...and fretful. With lips but half regretful Sighs, and with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves endure. From too much love of living, From hope and fear set...That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light: Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound...

...upon St. Paul's aspirations for immortality, and others may prefer, in the words of a modern poet, To thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever Gods may be,...That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea ! There are times at which one conception is most appropriate, and times at which we may prefer...