...other upper-case abstractions. It accounts in part for the hollow sonorities of Swinburne, who thanks with brief thanksgiving whatever gods may be that no life lives forever, and whose weariest river winds somewhere safe to sea. But there is here too a sensuous delight in syllables...

...— this is, to me, a blessed boon and privilege greater than all the blessings of an immortal life. "From too much love of living, From hope and fear...even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light; Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or...

...0-7432-1441-2 In memory of Susan D'Antuono and to JPvL for the rainy night in Boston & every single day after We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may...even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. —SWINBURNE "The Gardens of Prosperine," 1866 BAD GIRL CREEK Summer I should like to enjoy this summer...

...and die present as he sees it. From too much love of living From hopes and fears set free We praise with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That...even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. — Swinburne The Garden of Persephone PRAYING FOR RAIN ACT ONE House to half: Music begins to play...

...They were all such grand guys. THE UNPLEASANT PROFESSION OF JONATHAN HOAG — the end it is not well. From too much love of living. From hope and fear set...even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. — Swinburne "It is blood, doctor?" Jonathan Hoag moistened his lips with his tongue and leaned forward...

...materialism. Swinburne, for example, associated death with sweet release in 'The Garden of Proserpine" (1866): From too much love of living. From hope and fear set...thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives forever.1The idea of life as a prison from which death releases us appears in "A Death Song" (1889)...

...Oxford Book of Quotations need not detract from Max's taste for this hymn to death as eternal sleep): From too much love of living, From hope and fear set...thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever, That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Moreover,...

...the tired-with-life mood lyrically: We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no man lives forever, That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Music apart, the weight of the whole passage, its pivot, lies in that small, remarkably comfort-bearing...

...more. * * * Now more dian ever seems it sweet to die To cease upon the midnight with no pain. * * * That dead men rise up never That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. * * * Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside And the bridegroom all night through...

...fretful, With lips hut half regretful Sighs, and with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves endure, 80 From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with hrief thanksgiving Whatever gods may he That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That...