 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...  The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal - Page 2831825Full view - About this book
 | 1824 - 494 pages
...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 ;...speak thy dirge of death— Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shalt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, — The majesty... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 590 pages
...waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Strelcn'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe....expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their roundecf gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shall not boast. The eclipse of Nature spread« my pall,... | |
 | 1823 - 592 pages
...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....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... | |
 | Martin MacDermot - 1824 - 602 pages
...Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or moan in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. E'en I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ;...speak thy dirge of death—- Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shalt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, — The majesty... | |
 | Martin MacDermot - 1824 - 604 pages
...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...speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shalt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, — The majesty... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1824 - 176 pages
...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....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 pages
...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....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... | |
 | Amédée Pichot - 1825 - 510 pages
...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. " 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... | |
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