 | Johann Peter Lange, Philip Schaff - 1874 - 692 pàgines
...all, and in the breasts of youth is planted." Or like this elegy from Ifoichtu (III. 106 seq.) : " The meanest herb we trample In the field, Or in the garden nurture, when its I >t, At winter's touch is blasted, and its place Forgotten, toon it* vernal buds renews, And, from... | |
 | 1867 - 972 pàgines
...poet is the wild, wailing lament of a heathen poet in view of the selfsame contemplation: — " The meanest herb we trample in the field, Or in the garden...wakes no more : man, peerless, valiant, wise, Once chilled by death, sleeps hopeless in the dust, A long, unbroken, never-ending sleep." || * Poems of... | |
 | George Rapall Noyes - 1867 - 380 pàgines
...his release from service. 7- 12. Compare the well-known passage of Moschus. Epitaph. Bion. 105. The meanest herb we trample in the field, Or in the garden nurture, when its leaf, At Winter's touch, is blasted, and its place Forgotten, soon its vernal buds renews, And, from short... | |
 | Robert Ward - 1872 - 502 pàgines
...similar delusion and distress. Their general sentiment was expressed in the following lines : — ' ' The meanest herb we trample in the field, Or in the garden nurture, when its leaf At winter's touch is blasted, and its place Forgotten, soon its vernal bud renews, And from short slumber... | |
 | George Huntington - 1873 - 438 pàgines
...analogies, but it needed Revelation to make them plain ; hence they were speechless to the heathen. " The meanest herb we trample in the field, Or in the garden nurture, when its leaf In autumn dies, forbodes another spring, And from brief slumber wakes to life again. Man wakes no more ! man peerless,... | |
 | 1876 - 864 pàgines
...singing of the revival of flowers, and yet utterly hopeless of any resuscitation for man : — " The meanest herb we trample in the field, Or in the garden...wakes no more ! Man, peerless, valiant, wise, Once chill' d by death, sleeps hopeless in the dust, A long, unbroken, never-ending sleep." Flowers then... | |
 | 1877 - 660 pàgines
...following mournful sentiments, almost beautiful in their sorrowfulness. He says— The meanest flower we trample in the field, Or in the garden nurture, when its leaf In autumn dies, forebodes a coming spring, Which from brief slumber, soon shall wake again: Man wakes no more ! Man, peerless,... | |
 | Monday Club (Boston). - 1878 - 464 pàgines
...after all their reasonings and half-crowned struggles, rise above the lament of the poet : — " The meanest herb we trample in the field, Or in the garden...wakes no more ! Man, peerless, valiant, wise, Once chilled by death, sleeps hopeless in the dust, A long, unbroken, never-ending sleep." Modern speculation... | |
 | 1878 - 544 pàgines
...judgment was expressed in the sad lines of the Greek poet Moschns in his exquisite elegy on Bion : " The meanest herb we trample in the field, Or in the garden...wakes no more ! Man, peerless, valiant, wise, Once chilled by death, sleeps hopeless in the dust, A long, unbroken, never-ending sleep." There is heathen... | |
 | Monday Club (Boston). - 1879 - 458 pàgines
...meanest herb we trample in the field, * Or in the garden nurtare, when its leaf In autumn dies, forelodes another spring, And from brief slumber wakes to life...wakes no more ! Man, peerless, valiant, wise, Once chilled by death, sleeps hopeless in the dust, A long, unbroken, never-ending sleep." Modern speculation... | |
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The meanest herb we trample in the field, Or in the garden nurture, when its leaf In autumn dies, forebodes another spring, And from brief slumber wakes to life again : Man wakes no more ! Man — peerless, valiant, wise — Once chill'd by death, sleeps... 
