 | Edwin Greenlaw, James Holly Hanford - 1919 - 714 páginas
...invite, But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be. Is it not better, then, to be alone, And love Earth only for its earthly sake t By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone, Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake, Which feeds it as... | |
 | 1921 - 1122 páginas
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 | George Roy Elliott, Norman Foerster - 1923 - 864 páginas
...there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchored ne'er shall be. 670 LXXI Is it not better, then, to be alone, And love Earth...nursing lake, Which feeds it as a mother who doth make 675 A fair but froward infant her own care, Kissing its cries away as these awake ; — Is it not better... | |
 | Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - 1924 - 942 páginas
...invite ; But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be. forward infant her own care, Kissing its cries away as these awake ; — Is it not better thus our... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - 966 páginas
...invite ; But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be. Is it not better, then, to be alone, And love Earth...its earthly sake? By the blue rushing of the arrowy Khone, Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake, Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward... | |
 | 1924 - 798 páginas
...in a matter-of-fact tone, naturally and without emotion. A strange new-world echo of Childe Harold: Is it not better then to be alone And love earth only for its earthly sake? He does not look romantic, this stricken mechanic in search of the solace of beauty. He would not appear... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1924 - 486 páginas
...Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be. Is it not better, then, to be alone, And Jove Earth only for its earthly sake? By the blue rushing of the arrowy Hhone, Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake. Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward... | |
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The race of life becomes a hopeless flight To those that walk in darkness : on the sea The boldest steer but where their ports invite; But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be. 670 LXXI Is it not better,... 
