...with none — for none were worth my strife : Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art. I've warmed both hands before the fire of life : It sinks, and I am ready to depart." He said, in his incomparable way, " Phocion conquered with few soldiers, and he convinced with few...

...strove with none ; for none was worth my strife, Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art ; I warmed both hands before the fire of life, It sinks and I am ready to depart. Generally speaking there is a want of deep or fine experience in the literary production of the democracy...

...STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife ; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art. I warmed both hands before the fire of life — It sinks, and I am ready to depart. - • •--'• , - — . '.¿ i ' *. OiY-OCIAVE, THANKT VERY breeze that blew waved and inflated and...

...couch of snows (9) " But yonder comes the powerful King of day, Rejoicing in the East." (10) "I warmed both hands before the fire of life, It sinks, and I am ready to depart." 10. Criticize, and extend into Simile, Ruskin's description of a wave breaking against the rocks :...

...with none — for none were worth my strife : Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art. I've warmed both hands before the fire of life : It sinks, and I am ready to depart." He said, in his incomparable way, " Phocion conquered with few soldiers, and he convinced with few...

...it is such as have in the fullest sense lived who are the most willing to part with life. I warmed both hands before the fire of life ; It sinks, and I am ready to depart. The explanation may possibly lie in the fact that it is an easier matter to leave a world whose resources...

...strove with none, for none was worth my strife ; Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, art ; I warmed both hands before the fire of life ; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.' Nevertheless, he was, as Emerson said, a man full of thoughtsrather than a man of ideas. He was not...

...found . . . She leap'd, and twirl'd it round . . . Fair as she was, she never was so fair ! ON HIMSELF I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife ;...fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart. ON LUCRETIA BORGIA'S HAIR BORGIA, thou once wert almost too august And high for adoration ; now thou...

...strove with none, for none were worth my strife. Nature I loved, and next to Nature Art ; I wanned both hands before the fire of life ; It sinks, and I am ready to depart. And the second part of the verses addressed to his girl-friend lanthe (afterwards the Countess de Molande")...

...strove with none, for none were worth my strife; Nature I loved, and, next to nature, art; I wanned both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart." The lines might have been written by Hafi2. I am indebted to Mr AJ Chotzner for pointing out to me...