 | 1840 - 528 стор.
...Along the chapel aisle by slow degrees : The sculptured dead, on each side, seem to freeze, Emprison'd in black, purgatorial rails : Knights, ladies, praying...And scarce three steps, ere Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor ; But no — already had his death-bell rung ; The joys of... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 стор.
...norm to freeze, Imprison'd in black, purgatorial mils : Knights, ladies, pmying in dumb orot'ries, He passeth by ; and his weak spirit fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails. HI. Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere Music's golden tongue Flatter'd... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 стор.
...omt'rios, He pnsseth by ; and his wenk spirit ibil« To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mailL III. Northward he turneth through a little door. And scarce three steps, ere Music's golden tongut Flattcr'd to tears this aged man and poor ; But no — already had his death-bell rung ; The... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 стор.
...Along the chapel aisle by slow degrees : The sculptured dead, on each side seem to freeze, Emprison'd in black, purgatorial rails : Knights, ladies, praying...And scarce three steps, ere Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor ; But no — already had his death-bell rung ; The joys of... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1841 - 378 стор.
...assume a meaning, and to shadow forth the gloom of the punish tmpritm'd in Mat* purgatorial rails." Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere music's golden tongue Flalter'd to tears this aged man and poor ; But no ; already had his death-bell rung ; The joys of... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...Along the chapel aisle by slow degrees : The sculptur'd dead on each side seem'd to freeze, Imprison'd in black, purgatorial rails : Knights, ladies, praying...And scarce three steps, ere music's golden tongue Flatter 'd to tears this aged man and poor :s But no ; already had his death-bell rung : The joys of... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 стор.
...Along the chapel aisle by slow degrees : The sculptur'd dead on each side seem'd to freeze, Imprison'd in black, purgatorial rails: Knights, ladies, praying...To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails.* in. Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor :.' Rut no; already bad his death-bell rung ; The joys... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...Along the chapel aisle by slow degrees : The sculptur'd dead on each side seem'd to freeze, Imprison'd in black, purgatorial rails : Knights, ladies, praying...fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and maili * Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere music's golden tongue... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 292 стор.
...Along the chapel aisle by slow degrees : The sculptur'd dead on each side seem'd to freeze, Imprison' d in black, purgatorial rails : Knights, ladies, praying...fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and matls < Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere music's golden tongue... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...Along the chapel aisle by slow degrees : The sculptur'd dead on each side seem'd to freeze, Imprison'd in black, purgatorial rails: Knights, ladies, praying...fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and matls < Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere music's golden tongue... | |
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Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. But no — already had his death-bell rung; The joys of all his life were said and sung; His was harsh penance on St Agnes... 
