 | Geoffrey Chaucer - 1845 - 500 sivua
...tears. His eye-balls in their hollow sockets sink ; Bereft of sleep, he loathes his meat and drink ; He withers at his heart, and looks as wan As the pale spectre of a murdered man : That pale turns yellow, and his face receives The faded hue of sapless boxen leaves. In solitary... | |
 | 1852 - 874 sivua
...tears : Hia eyeballs in their hollow sockets sink : Bereft of sleep, he lothes his meat and drink : ng not unseasonable to ask, By sufferance, and thy wonted favor de murder'd man : That pale turns yellow, and his face receives The faded hue of sapless boxen leaves... | |
 | John Dryden - 1852 - 378 sivua
...tears : His eyeballs in their hollow sockets sink, Bereft of sleep, he loathes his meat and drink. He withers at his heart, and looks as wan As the pale spectre of a murder 'd man: That pale turns yellow, and his face receives The faded hue of sapless boxen leaves... | |
 | John Dryden - 1854 - 318 sivua
...wanted tears; His eyeballs in their hollow sockets sink, Bereft of sleep; he loathes his meat and drink; He withers at his heart, and looks as wan As the pale spectre of a murdered man : That pale turns yellow, and his face receives The faded hue of sapless boxen leaves ; In solitary... | |
 | Anne Pratt - 1855 - 612 sivua
...like was to behold The Box-tree, or the ashen ded and cold." Dryden thus renders a similar image,— " He withers at his heart, and looks as wan As the pale spectre of a murder'd man, That pale, turns yellow, and his face receives The faded hue of sapless boxen leaves."... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 sivua
...eheeks, like the green wood, That sputtering in the flames, works outward into tears. Dryden's Cleomenes. He withers at his heart, and looks as wan As the pale speetre of a murder'd man. Dryden's Palamon and Arate. Alas ! I have not words to tell my grief; To... | |
 | 1856 - 570 sivua
...behind, A shrivelPd scroll, a scatter'd leaf, Sear'd by the autumn-blast of Grief ! ffifWf, — Dryden. HE withers at his Heart, and looks as wan As the pale spectre of a murder' d man. <5r Wt — Shakspeare. TTAD he the motive and the cue for Passion, That I have, he would... | |
 | John Dryden - 1859 - 480 sivua
...wanted tears ; His eyehalls in their hollow sockets sink, Bereft of sleep he loaths his meat and drink. He withers at his heart, and looks as wan As the pale spectre of a murder'd man : That pale turns yellow, and his face receives The faded hue of sapless hoxen leaves... | |
 | Madeline Leslie - 1869 - 426 sivua
...speak of it. I never saw a man so changed ; he looked as if he had had a severe fit of sickness. " He withers at his heart, and looks as wan As the pale spectre of n murder'd man." But his sermon was really sublime, and lifted me above myself. The text was the last... | |
 | Madeline Leslie - 1869 - 430 sivua
...out into the channel with the vessel, and return in the pilot's boat. CHAPTER VHL " He withers at bis heart, and looks as wan As the pale spectre of a murdered man." IN the mean time, Juliette lay upon her couch, endeavoring to fortify her mind for the trial before... | |
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Bereft of sleep, he loathes his meat and drink. He withers at his heart, and looks as wan As the pale spectre of a murder'd man: That pale turns yellow, and his face receives The faded hue of sapless boxen leaves... 
