 | Burlington B. Wale - 1883 - 234 pàgines
...will return ; Life will its spring, its verdure, and its flowers Never resume." So Gisborne : "The meanest herb we trample in the field, Or in the garden...In autumn dies forebodes another spring, And from that slumber wakes to life again. Man wakes no more ! Man, peerless, valiant, wise, Once chilled by... | |
 | 1884 - 500 pàgines
...strikingly illustrates what I have been saying : — " ' The meanest herb we trample in the field, Or in garden nurture, when its leaf In autumn dies, forebodes...wakes no more ; man, peerless, valiant, wise, Once chilled to death, sleeps hopelets in the dust, A long, unbroken, never ending sleep.' — Maschus,... | |
 | John Hancock Pettingell - 1887 - 382 pàgines
...whatever beyond this life. One of their own poets, in lamenting the death of a friend says : " 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." (Moschus Epit.... | |
 | 1894 - 256 pàgines
...Tartarus. However, the statement of Moschus (voce Gisbourne) over a departed friend, runs thus : — " The meanest herb we trample in the field, Or in the garden...in the dust, A long, unbroken, never-ending sleep. " "The Romans made a great advance upon this comfort for the atheists; for there were those among them... | |
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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... 
