 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 σελίδες
...to truth laborious, and no life,. Not even this life I live, intolerable! ROBERT BROWNING. PROSP1CE. FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The...face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am Hearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands,... | |
 | Henry Allon - 1866 - 606 σελίδες
...monotony of it, but among the earnest workers and able thinkers of the time, those who are familiar with ' The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe;' for Mrs. Craik's great charm is a repose of manner, a quiet dignity of style, which, while it impresses... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1866 - 120 σελίδες
...rim, • And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me. PROSPICE. FAE death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist...post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a risible form, Yet the strong man must go : For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1866 - 818 σελίδες
...monotony of it, but among the earnest workers and able thinkers of the time, those who are familiar with "The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; " for Mrs. Craik' s great charm is a repose of manner, a quiet dignity of style, which, while it... | |
 | Robert Collyer - 1867 - 334 σελίδες
...fear death any more than he fears life: — " Fear death ! to feel the fog at my throat, The mist on my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote...Where he stands, the arch fear, in a visible form, And the strong man must go ! No ; let me feel all of it ; fare like my peers Who have met him of old... | |
 | Robert Collyer - 1869 - 344 σελίδες
...fear death any more than he fears life: — " Fear death ! to feel the fog at my throat, The mist on my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am neaping the place ; The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe, — Where... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1871 - 422 σελίδες
...Down some deep well, and hears it fall Smiling — sol. THY DATS oo ON. PROSPICE. Robert Brooni*g. Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The...night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; 32* 378 ELOCUTION. Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go :... | |
 | Masonic monthly - 1881 - 548 σελίδες
...think it well to notice some very effective linos in Latin and English, called " Prospice." PROSPICE. Fear death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the suows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the... | |
 | Robert Collyer - 1877 - 368 σελίδες
...fear death any more than he fears life — " Fear death ! to feel the fog at my throat, The mist on my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am Heaving the place ; The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe, — Where... | |
 | Hugh Reginald Haweis - 1880 - 354 σελίδες
...direct and astonishing vigour of expression, which strikes home with the force of a sledge hammer. " Fear death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The...The power of the night, the press of the storm, The host of the foe, Where He stands the Arch Fear, in a visible form ? Yet the strong man must go." With... | |
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FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,... 
