 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 ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,...  Story, Essay, and Verse: Modern Prose and Poetry Selected from the Atlantic ... - Page 361edited by - 1921 - 394 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Wayne Edward Oates - 1981 - 120 pages
...or actually fighting to the last ditch. Browning said in "Prospice": I was ever a fighter, so—one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past. Similarly, Dylan Thomas adjures his father not to go gently into... | |
 | Lillian Watson - 1988 - 356 pages
...gained, The reward of it all. *"How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. See pages 240—242. I was ever a fighter, so— one fight more, The best...last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1994 - 718 pages
...and the summit attained And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be sained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so—...last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like mypeers The heroes of... | |
 | Wayne Edward Oates - 100 pages
...mortal combat until the last breath was drawn. Robert Browning describes this in his poem Prospice. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandage my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past.2 Such variations of the anticipation of death... | |
 | William Luce - 1998 - 60 pages
...come for me, haven't you? But I'm damned if I'll go quietly. I have a wonderful power! (To Audience.) I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best...last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. PROMPTER. Mr. Barrymore, don't you want your apples? BARRYMORE. No,... | |
 | Elizabeth M. Knowles - 1999 - 1160 pages
...I. î8 16 Fear death?— to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face. 'Prospice' 11864) 17 1 was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best...last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of... | |
 | Robert Browning - 2000 - 56 pages
...also looks forward to the last"jight"bejore eternal "peace. ""Prospice" means "look forward" in Latin. Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The...last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of... | |
 | Lisle A. Rose - 2013 - 567 pages
...followed by a few lines from Browning, a favorite of Scott, Shackleton, and, obviously, Byrd himself: I was ever a fighter so — one fight more, The best...last. I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past Of the great triumvirate of early Antarctic heroes, only Amundsen... | |
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