...yet rising again, faint yet pursuing, hindered yet overcoming, he ever struggles forward, saying: — Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three parts pain ! Strive, and hold cheap the strain ; Learn,...

...Thunderclouds are Jove's festoons, Drooping oft in wreaths of dread Lightning-knotted round hia head ; The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart...great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails. ESSAY VIII. HEROISM IN the elder English dramatists, and mainly in the plays of Beaumont and Fletcher,...

...Thunderclouds are Jove's festoons, Drooping oft in wreaths of dread Lightning-knotted round his head ; The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart...great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails. ESSAY VIII. HEROISM IN the elder English dramatists, and mainly in the plays of Beaumont and Fletcher,...

...Thunderclouds are Jove's festoons, Drooping oft in wreaths of dread Lightning-knotted round his head; The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart...great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails. ESSAY VIII. HEROISM. IN the elder English dramatists, and mainly in the plays of Beaumont and Fletcher,...

...Thunderclouds are Jove's festoons ; Drooping oft in wreaths of dread, Lightning-knotted round his head. The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart...great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails. ESSAY VIII. HEROISM. IN the elder English dramatists, and mainly in the plays of Beaumont and Fletcher,...

...physical being — fragments from its battle call, — the bugle call to my retreating courage : — " Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand bnt go ! Be our joys three parts pain ! Strive, and hold cheap the strain ; Learn,...

...Thunder-clouds are Jove's festoons, Drooping oft, in wreaths of dread, Lightning-knotted round his head; The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart...great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails. It seems, however, to be true that no mountain is a hero to its valley, although the proverb may be...

...Thunder-clouds are Jove's festoons, Drooping oft, in wreaths of dread, Lightning-knotted round his head; The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart...great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails. It seems, however, to be true that no mountain is a hero to its valley, although the proverb may be...

...oft, in wreaths of dreud, Ligbtning-knotted round his head; - The hero is not fed on sweets, Dnily his own heart he eats; Chambers of the great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails. It seems, however, to be true that no mountain is a hero to its valley, although the proverb may be...

...disturbs our clod ; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe. 6. Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three parts pain ! Strive, and hold cheap the strain ; Learn,...