 | Amédée Pichot - 1825 - 510 pagine
...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...death— Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see tin m shall not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, — The majesty of Darkness shall Receive... | |
 | 1825 - 588 pagine
...grass beneath the scythe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp and girgling breath 1835. Campbell'* Theodrk, and otttcr Poems. 285 To see tfiou shalt not bor.ft. The... | |
 | 1825 - 600 pagine
...grass beneath the scythe. Ev'n I um wenry in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of ull sumless agonies, Behold not me expire, My lips that speak...dirge of death — Their rounded gasp and gurgling breattt To see thou shall not boast. Tbe eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, Tbe majesty of Dnrkne-s... | |
 | 1826 - 488 pagine
...in yon skies To watch thy fading fire : — Test of all sunless agonies, Behold not me expire. JMy lips that speak thy dirge of death, Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath, To see thou shall not boast : Th' eclipse of nature spreads my pall — The majesty of darkness shall Receive my... | |
 | 1827 - 510 pagine
...To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak lhy dirge of death — 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... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pagine
...grass beneath the scythe. Even I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak...majesty of darkness shall Receive my parting ghost. "4 The spirit shall return to him That gave its heavenly spark ; Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim... | |
 | J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 pagine
...grass beneath the scythe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death— Their rounded gasp and girgling breath To see thou sbalt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall,The majesty of Darkness... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pagine
...gross beneath the scythe. Even I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumlcss agonies. Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death Their ronnded gasp and girgling breath To see thou shalt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads ny pall.... | |
 | Thomas Willcocks - 1829 - 334 pagine
...sword, flow, JUDGMENT. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fadling fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak...rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shalt not hoast. Th* ecliptt of Nature spreads my pall,— The majesty of Darkness shall Receive my parting ghost... | |
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The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, The majesty of darkness shall Receive 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! it shall live again, and shine... 
