 | 1824 - 494 стор.
...Stretch'd in disease's shape abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like gnu beneath the scythe. Ks n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ;...expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death— Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shalt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall,... | |
 | 1823 - 592 стор.
...Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe Stretch 'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1824 - 176 стор.
...piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1824 - 176 стор.
...piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by...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... | |
 | Martin MacDermot - 1824 - 604 стор.
...shapes abhorr'd, Or moan in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. E'en I am weary iu yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless...expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shalt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall,... | |
 | Martin MacDermot - 1824 - 602 стор.
...this " last of Adam's race," this proud spirit, who represents men as . Piteous pageants, Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe, while he himself defies " the darkening universe," is of such a character, that we cannot read this... | |
 | 1825 - 588 стор.
...waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown iii battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe....expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp and girgling breath 1835. Campbell'* Theodrk, and otttcr Poems. 285 To see tfiou shalt... | |
 | Amédée Pichot - 1825 - 510 стор.
...piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by...grass beneath the scythe. " Ev'n I am weary in yon skiet To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak... | |
 | 1826 - 488 стор.
...back, Nor waken flesh upon the rack Of pain, anew to writhe, Stretched in Disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath...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... | |
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Go, let oblivion's 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 ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown... 
