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" ... curtain fall Upon the stage of men. Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again: Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe; Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in battle by the... "
Spirit of the English Magazines - Sivu 103
1824
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The Quarterly Review, Nide 57

William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1836 - 568 sivua
...equally at a loss to understand why he should address the sun in the following strain : — ' Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumlcss agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp...

New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Nide 8

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 590 sivua
...Strelcn'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ;...expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their roundecf gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shall not boast. The eclipse of Nature spread« my pall,...

The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, Nide 6

1823 - 592 sivua
...'d in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all suinless agonies, Behold not me expire. My tips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp...

Theodric: A Domestic Tale, and Other Poems

Thomas Campbell - 1824 - 176 sivua
...Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, To see thou shall; not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall,The majesty of Darkness shall Receive...

Theodric, and other poems

Thomas Campbell - 1824 - 176 sivua
...Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, To see thou shalt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, — The majesty of Darkness shall...

The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Nide 41

1825 - 588 sivua
...in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown iii battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ;...speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp and girgling breath 1835. Campbell'* Theodrk, and otttcr Poems. 285 To see tfiou shalt not bor.ft. The...

Historical and Literary Tour of a Foreigner in England and Scotland, Nide 2

Amédée Pichot - 1825 - 510 sivua
...abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. " Ev'n I am weary in yon skiet To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies,...death— Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see tin m shall not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, — The majesty of Darkness shall Receive...

The European Magazine, and London Review, Nide 87

1825 - 600 sivua
...Like grass beneath the scythe. Ev'n I um wenry in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of ull sumless agonies, Behold not me expire, My lips that...dirge of death — Their rounded gasp and gurgling breattt To see thou shall not boast. Tbe eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, Tbe majesty of Dnrkne-s...

Time's Telescope

1826 - 488 sivua
...in Disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. ' Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire : — Test of all sunless agonies, Behold not me expire. JMy lips that speak thy dirge of death, Their rounded gasp and...

The Portfolio of Entertaining & Instructive Varieties in History ..., Nide 4

1827 - 510 sivua
...Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in hattle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ;...agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak lhy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shall not boast. The eclipse...




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