So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained... The Poets of America - Page 78edited by - 1840 - 284 pagesFull view - About this book
| Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1853 - 516 pages
...led," is deservedly admired. t To the Evening Wind. I The Ages. § Sonnets. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that...About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.* The poem which concludes with these lines, " Thanatopsis," is slightingly said by a popular critic to have... | |
| John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - American periodicals - 1853 - 606 pages
...poet to the morality of life. At the close of bis Thanatopsis, he says : — So live, that when thy to him as the father of the whole, and one family....saw the island they did not suppose it inhabited, same sentiment of a resigned melancholy, mingled with consolation, is expressed in these lines, suggested... | |
| 1853 - 538 pages
...admired. t To the Evening Wind. I The Ages. § Sonnet». I] To the Fringed Gentian. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that...About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.* The poem which concludes with these lines, " Thanatopsis," is slightingly said by a popular critic to have... | |
| Poets, American - 1853 - 560 pages
...he who goes In the full strength of years, matron, and maid, And the sweet babe, and the gray-headed man, — Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,...quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of... | |
| Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1853 - 518 pages
...i The Ages. § Sonneta. U To the Fringed Gentian. So live, that when thy summons comes to join Tin- innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious...About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.* The poem which concludes with these lines, " Thanatopsis," is slightingly said by a popular critic to have... | |
| Philip A. Verhalen - Religion - 1998 - 250 pages
...caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death. Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of... | |
| Edgar Allan Poe, Leonard Cassuto - Literary Criticism - 1999 - 228 pages
...two poems is so close as to carry with it an air of parody. Mr. Bryant says: "So live, thai when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm whert- each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of Drain Thou go not, like the quarry slave... | |
| Carmela Ciuraru - American poetry - 2001 - 276 pages
...caravan, that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustain'd and sooth'd By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of... | |
| Vernon K. McLellan - Humor - 2000 - 308 pages
...caravan which moves To the mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant... | |
| Les Parrott - Religion - 2009 - 609 pages
...Erikson's goal of ego integrity and trust. Bryant wrote: So live, that when thy summons comes . . . Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust. . . . Bryant wrote this poem when he was eighteen —... | |
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