 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 pages
...beneath thee sprang, healed not a passion or a pang entailed on human hearts. Go ! let oblivion's curtain fall upon the stage of men ! nor with thy rising beams...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 *r,™"'. that speak thy... | |
 | Scotland. [Appendix. - Miscellaneous.] - English poetry - 1856 - 602 pages
...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 men, Nor with thy rising beams recall . ' • Of pain anew to -writhe; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd Or mown in battle by the sword,... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1857 - 800 pages
...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. 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 thy dirge of... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1859 - 424 pages
...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 men, Nor with thy rising beams...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... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - Elocution - 1860 - 372 pages
...oblivion's curtain fall Upon the s'age of men, Nor wilh thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Ito piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe; Strelch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 pages
...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 men, Nor with thy rising beams...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.... | |
 | Robert Eldridge Aris Willmott - 1862 - 418 pages
...baek, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe. Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhnrr'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 sumless agonies, Behold not me... | |
 | Half hours - 1863 - 408 pages
...beneath thee sprang Healed not a passion or a pang Entailed on human hearts. Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams...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 thy dirge... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - English poetry - 1863 - 420 pages
...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 men, Nor with thy rising beams...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.... | |
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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; Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in... 
