 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - Страниц: 306
...painful head, And aching heart, beneath the soil; To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. The grave, that never spake before, Hath found at...tongue to chide; O listen !—I will speak no more :— Be silent, pride ! Art thou a mourner ? hast thou known The joy of innocent delights, Endearing... | |
 | 1840 - Страниц: 378
...reclined, Shall gently moulder into thee ; Nor leave one wretched trace behind Resembling me. Hark ! a strange sound affrights mine ear : My pulse, my...runs wild — I rave ; Ah ! who art thou whose voice 1 hear? " I am the GRAVE !" " The GRAVE, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to... | |
 | Gems - 1841 - Страниц: 624
...reclined shrill gently moulder into thee; Nor leave one wretched trace behind Resembling me. Hark! — a strange sound affrights mine ear, My pulse — my...spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide; Oh, listen ! — I will speak no more : Be silent, Pride! "Art thou a wretch of hope forlorn, The victim... | |
 | 1841 - Страниц: 844
...moulder into thee ; Nor leave one wretched trace behind Resembling me. 431 Hark I — a strange round affrights mine ear ; My pulse, — my brain runs wild, — I rave; — Ah ! who art tbou whose voice I bear? " I am THE GRAVE ! " The GRAVE, that never spake before, Hath found at length... | |
 | Sullivan Hardy Weston - 1841 - Страниц: 52
...beast of any description, whatever. One dead uniform silence reigned over the whole region. EXAMPLE 2. Ah ! who art thou whose voice I hear ? I am the grave ! EXAMPLE 3. Farewell, happy fields, Where joy forever dwells. HAIL, horrors ! HAIL, Infernal world... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1849 - Страниц: 316
...And cast me helpless on the wild j I perish ; — O, my Mother Earth, Take home thy child. 5. Hark ! a strange sound affrights mine ear ; My pulse —...who art thou whose voice I hear ? " I am THE GRAVE !" 8. " The grave, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide : O listen ! I will... | |
 | 1843 - Страниц: 368
...reclined, Shall gently moulder into thee ; Nor leave one wretched trace behind Resembling me. Hark ! a strange sound affrights mine ear : My pulse, my...spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide : Oh, listen ! I will speak no more : Be silent, Pride ! " Art thou a WRETCH of hope forlorn, The victim... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1843 - Страниц: 516
...reclined, Shall gently moulder into thee ; Nor leave one wretched trace behind Resembling me. Hark ! — a strange sound affrights mine ear My pulse, — my...I rave ; —Ah ! who art thou whose voice I hear? — "1 am THE GRAVE!" " The GRAVE, that never spake before. Hath found at length a tongue to chide:... | |
 | William Morrison Engles - 1844 - Страниц: 274
...reclined Shall gently moulder into thee; Nor leave one wretched trace behind, Resembling me. Hark ! — a strange sound affrights mine ear; My pulse — my...runs wild, — I rave; Ah ! who art thou whose voice 1 hear? — " I am the Grave ! " The Grave, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - Страниц: 558
...reclined, Shall gently moulder into thee ; Nor leave one wretched trace behind Resembling me. Hark ! a strange sound affrights mine ear ; My pulse, —...thou whose voice I hear \ "I AM THE GRAVE. '• The BRAVE, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide : Oh listen ! I will speak no... | |
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The GRAVE, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; O listen ! — I will speak no more : — Be silent. Pride ! " Art thou a WRETCH of hope forlorn, The victim of consuming care ? Is thy distracted conscience torn By fell despair... 
