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" ... 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; Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in battle by the... "
Spirit of the English Magazines - Page 103
1824
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The Student's Treasury of English Song ...

William Henry Davenport Adams - 1873 - 552 pages
...LIMIT MIND'S UNWEARIED SPRING; — "SAY, YE FOND ZEALOTS TO THE WORTH OF YORE, THE LAST MAN. 1 1 1 J t My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath H n 2 L T \ u •*• H ! £ g H £ p Q To see thou shalt not boast ; The eclipse of Nature spreads...
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Independent Sixth Reader: Containing a Complete Treatise on ..., Book 6

James Madison Watson - 1875 - 486 pages
...abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. 6. Even I am weary in y6n skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless...spreads my pall — The majesty of darkness shall Eeceive my parting ghost! 7. This spirit shall return to Him Who gave its heavenly spark ; Yet think...
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Cassell's illustrated readings, Volume 1; Volume 66

Cassell, ltd - 1875 - 452 pages
...in disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. " Even I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ;...Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shnlt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall; The majesty of darkness shall Receive rov parting...
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Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 392 pages
...by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Even I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading tire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire....Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shaft not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, The majesty of darkness shall Receive my parting...
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Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 pages
...To watch thy fading tire ; Test of all sumlcss agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak tny dirge of death, -~ Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shaft not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, The majesty of darkness shall Receive my parting...
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The Independent First[-sixth] Reader ...

James Madison Watson - 1876 - 484 pages
...abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. 6. Even I am weary in y6n skies To watch thy fading fire; Test of all sumless...majesty of darkness shall Receive my parting ghost I 7. This spirit shall return to Him Who gave its heavenly spark ; Yet think not, sun, it shall be...
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Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 pages
...scythe. Even I am weaiy in yon skies To watch thy fading tire ; Test of all sumless agonies, l'n Imnl not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death,...my parting ghost ! This spirit shall return to Him Who gave its heavenly spark ; Yet think not, Sun, it shall he dim When thou thyself art dark ! •...
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Rogers to Hemans

Rossiter Johnson - 1876 - 828 pages
...Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Ev'n e anea ٔ, shall not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, — The majesty of darkness shall Receive my...
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ECHOES FROM THE HEART

EMMA MOODY - 1876 - 368 pages
...grass beneath the scythe. Even I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire l Test of all sunless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak...Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shult not boast. The eclipse of nature spreads my pall,— The majesty of darkness shall • This spirit...
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From Thomas Campbell to Marquis of Lorne

1876 - 618 pages
...grass beneath the seythe! Even I am weary, in yon skies To wateh thy fading lire; Test of all simdes agonies, Behold not me expire! My lips, that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded ga-p and gurgling breath To see thou shall not boast: The eelipse of nature spreads my pall, — The...
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