...eternal." Let the voice which speaks to us of death, be sure also to proclaim to us life. For " "Pis life, whereof our nerves are scant ; Oh, life, not...death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want." Herein lies the great defect of that otherwise faultless poem, Gray's Elegy in a Country...

...Christians drawn to Christ are not drawn by death, bnt by life. " Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, Tin life, not death, for which we pant, More life, and fuller that we want." True Christians are in no sense vultures, and Christ is in no sense a carcase. The true explanation...

...set forth, if I should do This rashness, that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. I ceas'd, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold,...

...set forth, if I should do This rashness, that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant...

...law of being is being; that the fundamental want of man Is to prove, affirm, augment, his own life. 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life,...which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want. Man lives under the law of progress which is the striving after perfection, and of which the highest...

...minute dies a man, every minute one is born ;" and from whose voice there came that ooblest truth — Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes...with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. 'T is life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller,...

...gloom and sullenness which infected many of the minor poets of our age. ' Whatever crazy sorrow saitb, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly...death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that we want.' Here we must part company with Mr. Tennyson. We have l>een very sparing of quotations brought...

...felt kcenly the truth sung by our great contemporary poct — " TIB life whereof our nerves are seant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ! More life and fuller, that I want." He stood hefore his first love, and shrank not from ruing on her, though his heart had not throbbed...

...set forth, if I should do This rashness, that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant...

...gloom and sullenness which infected many of the minor poets of our age. 1 Whatever crazy sorrow eaith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. ''Tie life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller,...