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Franklin Classics, 2018-10-11. Hardcover. Very Good. 0.3543 in x 9.4488 in x 6.4961 in.

Franklin Classics, 2018-10-11. Hardcover. Very Good. 0.3543 in x 9.4488 in x 6.4961 in.

Kessinger Publishing, LLC, 2010-09-10. Paperback. Like New. 8x0x11. Paperback. Cover shows very minor shelving wear, otherwise an unblemished copy.; 100% Satisfaction Guaranteed! Ships same or next business day!

MP3 Audio CD. A Psalm of Life (in Short Poetry Collection 185 ) What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist Tell me not, in mournful numbers, “Life is but an empty dream!” For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; “Dust thou art, to dust returnest," Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Finds us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world’s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,--act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o’erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And,… Read More

MP3 Audio CD. A Psalm of Life (in Short Poetry Collection 185 ) What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist Tell me not, in mournful numbers, “Life is but an empty dream!” For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; “Dust thou art, to dust returnest," Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Finds us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world’s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,--act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o’erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And,… Read More

New York: Cupples & Leon. Hardcover. Very Good/No Jacket. Light soiling to covers, unmarked. A small volume (approx 5x7), nicely illus in color. Reprint of Dutton edition. Not dated, maybe 1900 or so?

Paperback / softback. New.

Paperback / softback. New.

New York: The Dodge Publishing Company Book. Very Good. Hardcover. "And other ideal thoughts by Brooks, Lowell, Lawrence, Thackeray, Bulwer, and Browning." 10 pages; decorative binding has minor edge wear; brief gift inscription (dated 1907) on flyleaf..

Kessinger Publishing, LLC, 2009-01-13. Paperback. Good.

Kessinger Publishing, LLC, 2009-01-13. Paperback. Used:Good.

Kessinger Publishing, LLC, 2010-05-23. Hardcover. Good.

Hardback. New.

Hardback. New.

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Kessinger Publishing, LLC. paperback. New. 8x0x11. Brand New Book in Publishers original Sealing

Kessinger Publishing, LLC. paperback. New. 8x0x11. Brand New Book in Publishers original Sealing

Np, 1850. 9 stanzas, 36 lines. 3pp., folded small 4to sheet. Signed at the end. Old folds, minor repair to short separation. 9 stanzas, 36 lines. 3pp., folded small 4to sheet. Signed at the end. One of Longfellow's most famous poems, written after the death of his wife and first published in 1838. Although brief excerpts were frequently written by Longfellow for autograph seekers, the complete transcript is rare. The poem begins: Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day.