 Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death...  Gathered riches from the older poets, A.D. 1340-1699 [ed. by W.K.]. - Sivu 92tekijä(t) W. K. - 1865 - 123 sivuaKoko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | John Bell - 1799 - 402 sivua
...Thou'rt slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate And dost with poison, war, and sickne.s, dwell, 10 And poppy' or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell's! thou, then ? One short sleep past we wake.eternally ; And death shall be no more ; Death,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 sivua
...their bones, and soul's delivery. [men, Thou Vt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or...as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st tbou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally ; And death shall be no more, death, thou shall... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 sivua
...dwell, And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'stthou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally ; And death shall be no more, death, thou shalt die. XI. SPIT in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet and scoff, scourge and crucify me : For I... | |
 | Alexander Dyce - 1833 - 240 sivua
...their bones, and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men. And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or...death shall be no more — Death, thou shalt die. SIR RICHARD FANSHAWE. A ROSE. BLOWN in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon : What boots a life, which... | |
 | 1833 - 240 sivua
...their bones, and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or...thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally ; 108 SIR RICHARD FANSHAWE. A ROSE. BLOWN in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon : What boots a life,... | |
 | Mrs. S. C. Hall - 1833 - 246 sivua
...dreadful, for thou art not so ; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthow, Die not, poor Death ' Wby swell'st thou, then ? one short sleep past, we wake eternally; And Death shall be no more:—Death! thou shall die." Da. DoNNE WHEN Sir Robert Cecil returned to his wife's chamber, all... | |
 | Mrs. S. C. Hall - 1833 - 420 sivua
...Fnr those whom thou think'st thou dost overthow, Die not, poor Death — Why swell's! thou, then T One short sleep past, we wake eternally ; And Death shall be no more :— Death 1 thou shall die." DR. DoNNE. WHEN Sir Robert Cecil returned to his wife's chamber, all within was... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1834 - 478 sivua
...their bones, and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness, dwell ; And poppy,...us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell's! thou then ? Our short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more — Death... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1834 - 408 sivua
...poppy, or charms, can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell' st thou then? Our short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more — Death thou shall die ! But the evening of Herbert's life was rapidly drawing nigh. His constitution, always delicate,... | |
 | Giles Fletcher - 1836 - 442 sivua
...flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And...And death shall be no more : death, thou shalt die. VI. SPIT in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side ; Buffet and scoff, scourge and crucify me ; For... | |
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