 Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of...  The Pioneer: Or, Leaves from an Editor's Portfolio - Pagina 33door Henry Clapp - 1846 - 208 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1852 - 802 pagina’s
...? — ' Life is real — life is earnest, And the grave is not its goal ; "Dust tliou art, to dust returnest," Was not spoken of the soul. ' Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our being's end or way, But to live that each to-morrow Finds us farther than to-day. ' In the world's... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 pagina’s
...resurrection, Emblems of the bright and better land. LONGFELLOW. A PSALM OF LIFE. TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul...and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts,... | |
 | Elizabeth Nicholson - 1853 - 412 pagina’s
...^ $0nlm of lift. What the heart of the young man said to the Psalmist. 1 1 TELL me not in mournful numbers, \ Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul...and not sorrow Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts,... | |
 | Albert Joseph Mary Shamon - 2003 - 124 pagina’s
...boy. "We are certainly in the middle of a great depression." A Psalm of Life Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul...and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Finds us farther than today. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts,... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 pagina’s
...Psalm of Life WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST Tell me not, in mournful numbers,1 Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead...and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting,2 And our hearts,... | |
 | Robert A. Laidlaw - 1970 - 32 pagina’s
...crumbled to dust. The soul is of infinite value. Longfellow expressed it this way: Tell me not in mournful numbers Life is but an empty dream, For the soul Is...not its goal, Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Indeed it was not, for in Mark 8:36 our Lord Himself asks, "What shall it profit... | |
 | Joseph M. Alicea - 2003 - 222 pagina’s
...might-have-been has never been, but a has was once an are." Milton Berle "Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul...not its goal; Dust thou art; to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Chapter Twelve A Tribute to My Heroes I believe... | |
 | Art E. Christmas - 2003 - 106 pagina’s
...Wadsworth Longfellow takes sides with Jesus in his poem, "Psalm of Life". "Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul...not its goal. Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul." (One Hundred and One Famous Poems, p. 123) SHARING YOUR GRIEF I once asked... | |
 | Lance Secretan - 2004 - 269 pagina’s
...greatness. (CHAPTER I . 3 ! Step On&: Defining Your Destiny within Tkat CtdJis to Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul...not its goal; Dust thou art; to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Destiny Is Authenticity We must feel inspired... | |
 | V & R Editores - 1999 - 50 pagina’s
...her I didn't know how. "How do you know if you have never tried?" she asked. "Tell me not in mournful numbers. Life is but an empty dream! For the soul...that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime. And departing, leave behind us Footprints... | |
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