Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands... The Golden Gift: A Token for All Seasons - Page 29edited by - 1856 - 128 pagesFull view - About this book
| 1844 - 454 pages
...dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Fast bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present...sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked... | |
| Christian life - 1878 - 380 pages
...sympathies would lead us to help any in trouble ; for if we do, our generous impulses may come too late. " Act — act in the living present, Heart within and God o'erhead. Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time." HWP... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Digital images - 1839 - 174 pages
...end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. •< Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave,...sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time ; Footsteps, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked... | |
| Theology - 1840 - 424 pages
...destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. " Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave,...sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time ; " Footsteps, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked... | |
| Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1840 - 584 pages
...to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. " Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stoiit and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating...sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time ; " Footsteps, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked... | |
| Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1840 - 588 pages
...our hearts, though stout and brave, 1840.] Longfellow's Voices of the Night. 267 Still, like mtffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. "...sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time ; " Footsteps, thai perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, ' A forlorn and... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - American poetry - 1840 - 182 pages
...! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its deaa\ ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within,...sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time ; Footsteps, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main,./ A forlorn and shipwrecked... | |
| Unitarianism - 1840 - 424 pages
...hero in the strife. " Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant, Let the dead past bury its dead ! Actvact in the living Present ! Heart within and God o'erhead...sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time ; " Footsteps, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked... | |
| George W. Burnap - Women - 1841 - 288 pages
...firmness, patience, and humanity to take our share in the good or ill of all. It should ever be our motto, "Trust no future howe'er pleasant, Let the dead past...Act, act in the living present, Heart within and God o'er head." LECTURE VI. ON THE MORAL USES OF POETRY. I HAVE been detained much longer than I anticipated... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1842 - 638 pages
...fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marehes to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle,...and GOD o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints,... | |
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