 | Thomas N. Brown - 1859 - 360 pàgines
...a nation's lamentation, was he borne to his long rest. " He is gone who seem'd so great — Gone I but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own, Being here; and we believe him Something far advanced in state, And that he wears a truer crown Than... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1829 - 82 pàgines
...And other forms of life than ours, What know we greater than the soul ? The man is gone, who seem'd so great, Gone, but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in State, And that he wears a truer crown Than... | |
 | 1852 - 978 pàgines
...cAoose the letter of any which b«set him."— Duke of Wei"The man is gone, who seemed so jrreat,— Gone, but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Heing here, and we believe here Something far advanced hi state. And lhat he wears a truer crown Than any wreath mac can weave... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1852 - 32 pàgines
...greater than the soul ? 16 ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. The man is gone, who seem'd so great, Gone, but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in State, And that he wears a truer crown Than... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 176 pàgines
...The black earth yawns : the mortal disappears ; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; He is gone who seem'd so great. — Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in State, And that he wears x truer crown Than... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 180 pàgines
...The black earth yawns : the mortal disappears ; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; He is gone who seem'd so great. — Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in State, And that he wears a truer crown Than... | |
 | 1856 - 330 pàgines
...What know we greater than the soul? On God and godlike men we build our trust. Hush ! the dead-march wails in the people's ears ; The dark crowd moves,...nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own, Being here ; and we believe him Something far advanced in state, And that he wears a truer crown Than... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1856 - 596 pàgines
...be quoted entire. I can only give the end of the ode : " Ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; He ¡9 pone who seemed so great — Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being liere, mid we believe him Something far advanced in state, And that he wears a truer crown Thau... | |
 | Edward Farr - 1856 - 570 pàgines
...The black earth yawns ; the mortal disappears : Ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; He is gone who seem'd so great. - Gone : but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in state, And that he wears a truer crown Than... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1856 - 588 pàgines
...to be quoted entire. • I can only give the end of the ode : " Ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; He ie gone who seemed so great — Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the furce he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something fur advanced in state, And that he wears... | |
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He is gone who seemed so great. — Gone; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in state, And that he wears a truer crown Than any wreath that man can weave him. Speak no more of... 
