 | Richard Payne Knight - 1806 - 508 стор.
...behind. Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gorie. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 стор.
...Victor, mighty Lord, " J Low on his funeral couch he lies ! " No pitying heart, no eye, afford " A Uar to grace his obsequies. " Is the sable § Warrior..." The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? " Gone to salute the rising Morn. " Fair || laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, " While proudly... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1807 - 464 стор.
...exercised his sagacity on the characters of those, whom for the most part he suffered to surround him. " He rests among the dead! The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were bora, Gone to salute the rising mom!" • Hor. O<1.9. Lib. iv, For me, who never received favour or... | |
 | Richard Payne Knight - 1808 - 510 стор.
...lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior fifed ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While, proudly riding... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 стор.
...Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, " Low on his funeral couch he lies !| " No pitying heart, no eye, afford " A tear to grace his obsequies. " Is the sable warrior]]..." The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? " Gone to salute the rising Morn. » " Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, " While proudly... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 стор.
...II.fi. Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his fun'ral couch he lies! Ho pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies ! Is the sable warrior...dead. The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born, Gone to salute the rising morn : Fair langhs the morn, and soft the aephyr blows, While prondly riding... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 стор.
...Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, " Low on his fun'ral couch he lies! " No pitying heart, no eye, afford " l we beg thee, to conceal from sight Those acts of goodness which themselves requite. O let us stil dexi. ' The swarm that in thy noon-tide b«in wtrt 1 Gone to salute the rising morn. ("born? ' Fair... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 628 стор.
...Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies '* ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior...gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in the noon-tide beam were bqjrn; Gone to salute the rising Morn. Fair laughs the Morn ", and soft the... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 622 стор.
...he lies 'a ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sahle warrior '7 fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in the noon-tide beam were bom; Oone to salute the rising Morn, [•'air laughs the Mom 1B, and soft the... | |
 | Thomas Pennant - 1813 - 534 стор.
...bard ! Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior...! The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While, proudly riding... | |
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Fair laughs the morn and soft the zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm, Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway... 
