 | American poetry - 1822 - 298 pages
...in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron, and maid, The bow'd with age, the infant in the smiles And beauty of its...follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join C, The innumerable caravan, that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His... | |
 | 1822 - 758 pages
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 | English letters - 1826 - 438 pages
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 | John March Putnam - Textbooks - 1828 - 200 pages
...in life's green spiing, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron, and maid, The bow'd with age, the infant, in the smiles And beauty of...one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in thcii turn shall follow ihera. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan... | |
 | 1829 - 436 pages
...in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron, and maid, The bow'd with age, the infant in the smiles And beauty of its innocent age cut off, — Shall one by one be gather'd to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons... | |
 | Great Britain - 1829 - 520 pages
...youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The bow'd with age, the infant in the smiles And beauty of its innocent age cut off, Shall one by one be gather'd to thy side, By those who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons... | |
 | 1829 - 642 pages
...age, the infant in the smiles And beauty of its innocent age cut off, Shall one by one be gather'd to thy side, By those who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons cornea to joiu The innumerable caravan, that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - American poetry - 1829 - 432 pages
...full strength of years, matron, and maid, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes The bow'd with age, the infant in the smiles And beauty of its innocent age cut off,— By those, who in their turn shall follow them. Shall one by one be gather'd to thy side, So live, that... | |
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So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained... 
