Deaf and Dumb.
This could but have happened once,—
And we missed it, lost it forever.
Youth and Art. xvii.
Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face.
. . . . . . .
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,
The heroes of old;
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears