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" Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of... "
Poems - Page 10
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863
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The Sunday School Repository, Or, Teachers' Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 8

1813 - 1368 pages
...the habitations of the dead ! " Life is short, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, thongh strong and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave." Does the shuttle cease to ply, when the web has been fully woven ? In like manner, when the great web...
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The Tract Magazine and Christian Miscellany

1864 - 346 pages
...particularly of their own families." KITTY CARROLL; OR, "TO THE UTTERMOST." PAET in. " Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act that each to-morrow Find ua further than to-day." JIM and Mary Edmonds -had set themselves no easy task when they determined...
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The Tract Magazine and Christian Miscellany

1862 - 346 pages
...this morning, I could not help thinking of those lines in the psalm : " ' Our hearts, though strong and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.' " " Well, dear Annie, returned her mother, smiling, though it is right and needful to meditate sometimes...
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Magazin für die Literatur des Auslandes, Volumes 53-54

1858 - 640 pages
...eфtet ©ргиф für biefe t^atfrafttge Station: Not enjoyment aud not sorrow , , I« our destined ead or way, But to act that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. ©eben wir паф ben wiffenfфаftliфen unb Ыф*епТфеп ju ben teligiöfen y^ten übet, fo...
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 14

1848 - 780 pages
...but the evidence of internal being. More than all, he teaches ever the lofty lesson, "Not enjoyment and not sorrow Is our destined end or way, But to act that each to-morrow Findi ut farther than to day." 1849.] [JANUARY, The little volume of Evangeline, viewed apart from...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volume 12

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1838 - 566 pages
...art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. in. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destin'd end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. IT. Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volume 12

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1838 - 564 pages
...Life is real — life is earnest — And the grave is not its goal : Dust thou art, to dust returnee!, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destin'd end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and...
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THE REVIVALIST

REV. JOSEPH BELCHER - 1839 - 444 pages
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The North American Review, Volume 50

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1840 - 588 pages
...that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. "Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not...fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, 1840.] Longfellow's Voices of the Night. 267 Still, like mtffled drums, are beating Funeral marches...
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The North American Review, Volume 50

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1840 - 584 pages
...that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. "Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not...long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stoiit and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. " In the world's...
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