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" FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat. The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe... "
Songs of Heaven from Many Hearts - Page 53
1918 - 65 pages
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The British Quarterly Review, Volume 44

Henry Allon - Christianity - 1866 - 606 pages
...monotony of it, but among the earnest workers and able thinkers of the time, those who are familiar with ' The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe;' for Mrs. Craik's great charm is a repose of manner, a quiet dignity of style, which, while it impresses...
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Lyrics of life [selected poems].

Robert Browning - 1866 - 120 pages
...straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me. PROSPICE. FAE death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When...post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a risible form, Yet the strong man must go : For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 4; Volume 67

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1866 - 818 pages
...monotony of it, but among the earnest workers and able thinkers of the time, those who are familiar with "The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; " for Mrs. Craik' s great charm is a repose of manner, a quiet dignity of style, which, while it...
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Nature and Life: Sermons

Robert Collyer - Sermons, American - 1867 - 334 pages
...fear death any more than he fears life: — " Fear death ! to feel the fog at my throat, The mist on my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote...Where he stands, the arch fear, in a visible form, And the strong man must go ! No ; let me feel all of it ; fare like my peers Who have met him of old...
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Nature and Life: Sermons

Robert Collyer - Sermons, American - 1869 - 344 pages
...fear death any more than he fears life: — " Fear death ! to feel the fog at my throat, The mist on my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am neaping the place ; The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe, — Where...
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A Manual of Elocution: Founded Upon the Philosophy of the Human Voice. With ...

M. S. Mitchell - Elocution - 1871 - 422 pages
...well, and hears it fall Smiling — sol. THY DATS oo ON. PROSPICE. Robert Brooni*g. Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When...night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; 32* 378 ELOCUTION. Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go :...
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The Masonic magazine, suppl. to 'The Freemason'., Volume 9

Masonic monthly - 1881 - 548 pages
...notice some very effective linos in Latin and English, called " Prospice." PROSPICE. Fear death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the suows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the...
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The life that now is, sermons

Robert Collyer - Sermons, American - 1877 - 368 pages
...fear death any more than he fears life — " Fear death ! to feel the fog at my throat, The mist on my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am Heaving the place ; The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe, — Where...
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Poets in the Pulpit

Hugh Reginald Haweis - Poetry - 1880 - 356 pages
...astonishing vigour of expression, which strikes home with the force of a sledge hammer. " Fear death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, ....The power of the night, the press of the storm, The host of the foe, Where He stands the Arch Fear, in a visible form ? Yet the strong man must go." With...
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Poets in the Pulpit

Hugh Reginald Haweis - Poetry - 1880 - 362 pages
...astonishing vigour of expression, which strikes home with the force of a sledge hammer. " Fear death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When...The power of the night, the press of the storm, The host of the foe, Where He stands the Arch Fear, in a visible form ? Yet the strong man must go." With...
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