 ... 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 1031824Full view - About this book
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 pages
...Stretched 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 ; Test of all snmless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded grasp... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 404 pages
...Stretched 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 ;...my parting ghost ! This spirit shall return to Him Who gave its heavenly spark; Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim When thou thyself art dark ! No !... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 508 pages
...Stretched 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 shall not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall,The majesty of Darkness shall Receive my parting... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1854 - 352 pages
...abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. 7 E'en I am weary, in yon skier, To watch thy fading fire; Test of all sumless agonies,...and gurgling breath, To see thou shalt not boast. The-eclipse of nature spreads my pall, The majesty of darkness shall Receive my parting ghost. 8. This... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint, John Holmes Agnew - 1854 - 746 pages
...abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. ' ' Even I am weary, in von skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless...agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips, that speak ihy dirge of death, Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou snalt not boast. The eclipse... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 396 pages
...in disease's shapes abhorred Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. ' FEven I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire; Test of all sumless agonies, My lips that speak thy dirge of death— Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shalt not... | |
 | 1854 - 608 pages
...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 skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sunless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp... | |
 | 1854 - 606 pages
...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 skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sunless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 400 pages
...writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, 112 THE LAST MAN. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sutnless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp... | |
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