 His pomp, his pride, his skill ; And arts that made fire, flood, and earth, The vassals of his will ; — Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, Thou dim discrowned king of day : For all those trophied arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Heal'd not...  New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register - Page 273redigeeritud poolt - 1823Full view - About this book
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1863 - 420 lehte
...arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Heal'd not a passion or a pang Entail'd on human hearts. Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of...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, liehold... | |
 | Half hours - 1863 - 408 lehte
...arts, And triumphs that beneath thee sprang Healed not a passion or a pang Entailed on human hearts. Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of...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.... | |
 | 1863 - 150 lehte
...human hearts. Go — let oblivion s curtain fall Upon the stage of man, Nor with thy rising beams recal Life's tragedy again ; Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain, again to writhe ; Stretched in diseases, shapes abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 lehte
...arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Heal'd not a passion or a pang EntaiFd on human hearts. Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of...mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the sithe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1866 - 506 lehte
...arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Heal'd not a passion or a pang Entail'd on human hearts. Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of...mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death —... | |
 | 1866 - 524 lehte
...arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Heal'd not a passion or a pang Entail'd on human hearts. Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of...mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death —... | |
 | 1866 - 408 lehte
...beneath thee sprang, Healed not a passion, or a pang, Eutalled on human hearts. THE ABBOT AND FOOL. Go — let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage...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.... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1866 - 408 lehte
...And triumphs, that beneath thee sprang, Healed not a passion, or a pang, Entailed on human hearts. Go — let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage...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.... | |
 | Penny readings - 1867 - 270 lehte
...arts And triumphs that beneath theo sprang, Heal'd not a passion or a pang Entail'd on human hearts. Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of...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... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1867 - 588 lehte
...arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Healed not a passion or a pang Entailed on human hearts. Go, let Oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of...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.... | |
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