 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 Casket: A Literary Present for Youth - Стр. 301834 - Страниц: 136Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1824 - Страниц: 494
...curtain fall Upon the stage of men, .Vor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. In pitying pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the...rack Of pain anew to writhe ; 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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - Страниц: 590
...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,...mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the icythe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skin To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all su m less agonies, Behold... | |
 | 1823 - Страниц: 592
...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 in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - Страниц: 590
...oblivion's curtain fjll 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 ; Strelcn'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1824 - Страниц: 176
...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,...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 sumless agonies, To see thou shalt... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1824 - Страниц: 176
...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,...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 sumless agonies, To see thou shall;... | |
 | Martin MacDermot - 1824 - Страниц: 604
...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 ; Strctch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or moan in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
 | Amédée Pichot - 1825 - Страниц: 510
...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,...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... | |
 | 1825 - Страниц: 588
...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...; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown iii battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading... | |
 | 1826 - Страниц: 488
...curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recal Life's tragedy again. Its fictions 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 sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
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