 Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.  Poésies de Gray - Seite 38von Thomas Gray - 1797 - 173 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Alexander Graydon - 1846 - 530 Seiten
...themselves, shrunk appalled with abject terror, at the dangers which surrounded them. To each his suff'rings: all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for hia own. A general gloom pervaded the country; for although the ravages of"the disease were yet confined... | |
 | 1846 - 486 Seiten
...greater number we put on ourselves. Some may enjoy more than others, i But all alike must bear, for "all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own." There is that in the very sight of a great load, or of a weighty object,... | |
 | William Enfield, James Pycroft - 1851 - 422 Seiten
...numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow consuming Age. To each his suffrings : all are men, Condemned alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate Since Sorrow never comes too late, And Happiness too' swiftly flies ; Thought... | |
 | Class-book - 1852 - 152 Seiten
...fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand ; And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, — The tender...another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate, Since Sorrow never comes too late, And Happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought... | |
 | 1852 - 248 Seiten
...fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow consuming age. To each his sufferings ; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate ! Since sorrow never comes too... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1852 - 470 Seiten
...fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow consuming age. To each his sufferings ; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate ! Since sorrow never comes too... | |
 | 1852 - 460 Seiten
...fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow consuming age. To each his sufferings ; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate ! Since sorrow never comes too... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 Seiten
...fill the band, That numbs the soul wilh icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate? Since sorrow never comes too late,... | |
 | 1853 - 560 Seiten
...numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemned alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought... | |
 | William Spalding - 1853 - 446 Seiten
...Remorse, with blood defiled, And moody Madness, laughing wild Amid severest woe. To each his sufferings ! All are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate ; Since sorrow never comes too... | |
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