| Christian life - 1882 - 450 pages
...Their solid bastions to the skies, Are crossed by pathways that appear, As we to higher levels rise. The heights by great men reached and kept Were not...their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night."1 And we do not need philosophy to tell us that this life is very short. Christianity assures... | |
| American periodicals - 1874 - 990 pages
...aspire — may it not be all vainly — As good as poor Joey to be ! Punch. A PLEA. The heights of great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden...But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upwards in the night. — Longfellow. ALAS ! for those companions who have slept Upon that weary way,... | |
| Robert Bailey Thomas - Almanacs, American - 1860 - 628 pages
...Abernethy, " it is open to that objection." GAIN BY TOIL. LONGFELLOW. ÍTE heights by great men reached ar,d kept Were not attained by sudden flight } But they,...companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night. FLOWERS. MAItV HUWITT. GOD might h:ive made the earth bring forth Enough for great ami small } The... | |
| National Sunday school union - 1863 - 832 pages
...crossed by pathways that appear As we to higher levels rise. The heights by great men reached, and kr.pt, Were not attained by sudden flight ; But they, while...companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night. Standing on what too long we bore With shoulders bent and downcast eyes, We may discern — unseen... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 pages
...gigantic flights of stairs. The distant mountains, that uprear Their frowning foreheads to the skies, The heights by great men reached and kept, Were not...companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night. Standing on what too long we bore With shoulders bent and downcast eyes, We may discern, unseen before,... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 308 pages
...frowning foreheads to the skies, Are crossed by pathways, that appear As we to higher levels rise. The heights by great men reached and kept, Were not...companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night, Standing on what too long we bore With shoulders bent and downcast eyes, We may discern — unseen... | |
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