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" Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want. "
Ten Great Religions: An Essay in Comparative Theology - 163 ÆäÀÌÁö
ÀúÀÚ: James Freeman Clarke - 1871 - 528 ÆäÀÌÁö
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The Christian observer [afterw.] The Christian observer and advocate, 69±Ç

1869
...of death, be sure also to proclaim to us life. For " "Pis life, whereof our nerves are scant ; Oh, life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want." Herein lies the great defect of that otherwise faultless poem, Gray's Elegy in a Country...
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The General Baptist repository, and Missionary observer [afterw.] The ...

1884 - 626 ÆäÀÌÁö
...Christians drawn to Christ are not drawn by death, bnt by life. " Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, Tin life, not death, for which we pant, More life, and fuller that we want." True Christians are in no sense vultures, and Christ is in no sense a carcase. The true explanation...
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Poems, 2±Ç

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 ÆäÀÌÁö
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want." I ceas'd, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold, it is the Sabbath...
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The Living Age, 213±Ç

1897 - 986 ÆäÀÌÁö
...want of man Is to prove, affirm, augment, his own life. 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want. Man lives under the law of progress which is the striving after perfection, and of which the highest...
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Littell's Living Age, 26±Ç

1850 - 640 ÆäÀÌÁö
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. 'T is life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want ! And this will be enough to recall to the recollection of not a few, the mournful incident...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 ÆäÀÌÁö
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want." I ceas'd, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold, it is the Sabbath...
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Sharpe's London magazine, a journal of entertainment and instruction ..., 15±Ç

Anna Maria Hall - 426 ÆäÀÌÁö
...kcenly the truth sung by our great contemporary poct — " TIB life whereof our nerves are seant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ! More life and fuller, that I want." He stood hefore his first love, and shrank not from ruing on her, though his heart had not throbbed...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, 6±Ç

1845 - 608 ÆäÀÌÁö
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. ''Tie life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want.' Here we must part company with Mr. Tennyson. We have been very sparing of quotations brought...
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The British Quarterly Review, 2±Ç

Henry Allon - 1845 - 646 ÆäÀÌÁö
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. ' 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that we want.' Here we must part company with Mr. Tennyson. We have l>een very sparing of quotations brought...
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Homes and Haunts of the Most Eminent British Poets, 1±Ç

William Howitt - 1847 - 566 ÆäÀÌÁö
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. "Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death for which we pant; More life, and fuller that I want.' I ceased, and -sate as one forlorn. Then said the voice in quiet scorn, ' Behold, it is the Sabbath...
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