 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 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...expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp and girgling breath To see thou shall not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall,... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Eliakim Littell - 1843 - 614 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...in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumiese agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1843 - 516 стор.
...piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon Che rack Of pain anew to wriihe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by...beneath the scythe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To wutch thy fading fire ', Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew - 1843 - 614 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 the scythe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skiea To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 492 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...expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death— Their rounded gasp and gugling breath To see thou shalt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 стор.
...piteous |i i- .-.-Hi . 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 the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Even I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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 the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Even I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1846 - 120 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 the scythe. E'en I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1850 - 318 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...expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp and gugling breath. To see thou Shalt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall,--... | |
 | A. Cunningham - 1850 - 200 стор.
...pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh upon the rack, Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in diseases' shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. " Even I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire, Test of all sunless agonies, Behold not me... | |
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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... 
