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" The race not always to the swift. The strong may yield, the good may fall, The great man be a vulgar clown, The knave be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessly down. "
The North British Review - Page 271
1864
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Calcutta Review, Volume 37

1862 - 394 pages
...be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessly down. Who knows the inscrutable design ? Blessed be He who took and gave ! Why should your mother, Charles, not mine, Be weeping at her darling's grave ?* * CB Ob. 29 Nov. 1848. set IS. We bow to Heaven that will'd it so, That darkly rales the fate of...
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Southern Literary Messenger, Volume 19

1853 - 842 pages
...be lifted over all, The kind cast piteously down. Who knows the inscrutable design ? Blessed be he who took and gave! Why should your mother, Charles, not mine, Be wreping at her darling's grave? We bow to Heaven that will'd it so, That darkly rules the fate of all,...
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Littell's Living Age, Volume 20

1849 - 638 pages
...be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessly down. Who knows the inscrutable design ? Blessed be He who took and gave ! Why should your mother, Charles,...weeping at her darling's grave ?* We bow to Heaven that willed it so, That darkly rules the fate of all, That sends the respite or the blow, That 's free to...
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Doctor Birch and His Young Friends

William Makepeace Thackeray - 1853 - 116 pages
...be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessly down. Who knows the inscrutable design ? Blessed be He who took and gave ! Why should your mother, Charles,...respite or the blow, That's free to give or to recall. This crowns his feast with wine and wit : Who brought him to that mirth and state ? His betters, see,...
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 19

1853 - 800 pages
...at her darling's grave ? We bow to Heaven thai will'd it so, That darkly rules the fate of all, Thut sends the respite or the blow, That's free to give or to recall. This crowns his feast witb wine and wit : Who brought him to that mirtli and elate ΠΆ His betters,...
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Miscellanies: Ballads. The book of snobs. The tremendous adventures of Major ...

William Makepeace Thackeray - 1855 - 526 pages
...be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessly down. Who knows the inscrutable design ? Blessed be He who took and gave ! Why should your mother, Charles,...respite or the blow, That's free to give, or to recall. This crowns his feast with wine and wit : Who brought him to that mirth and state ? His betters, see,...
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The National Review, Volume 2

Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856 - 516 pages
...he has sung its gentler mood in a sweet autumnal, not hopeless exactly hut hope-ignoring, strain: " We bow to Heaven, that will'd it so, That darkly rules...respite or the blow, That's free to give, or to recall. This crowns his feast with wine and wit: Or hunger hopeless at the gate. Who bade the mud from Dives'...
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Ballads (gathered by the author from his own books, and various periodicals).

William Makepeace Thackeray - 1856 - 260 pages
...be lifted over all. The kind cast pitilessly down. Who knows the inscrutable design ? Blessed be He who took and gave ! Why should your mother, Charles,...weeping at her darling's grave ? * We bow to Heaven that willed it so, That darkly rules the fate of all, That sends the respite or the blow, That's free to...
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The National Review, Volume 2

Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856 - 520 pages
...hopeless exactly but hope-ignoring, strain : " We bow to Heaven, that will'd it so, That darkly rules fhe fate of all ; That sends the respite or the blow, That's free to give, or to recall. This crowns his feast with wine and wit : Who brought him to that mirth and state t His betters, see,...
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Doctor Birch and His Young Friends

William Makepeace Thackeray - 1856 - 110 pages
...be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessly down. Who knows the inscrutable design ? Blessed be He who took and gave ! "Why should your mother, Charles, not mine, Be Aveeping at her darling's grave 1* We bow to Heaven that will'd it so, That darkly rules the fate of...
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