 | 1806 - 650 страници
...reclined, Shall gently moulder into thee; Kor leave one wretched trace behind Resembling me. Mark! — a strange sound affrights mine ear: My pulse, —...THE GRAVE! "The GRAVE, that never spake before, Hath frnv' ' length a longue to chide: O listen ! — I will speak no more : Be silent, Pride! " Art thou... | |
 | 1806 - 550 страници
...impressive, but the? following is a very awkward personification : " Hark ! a strange sound affrights my ear ; My pulse — my brain runs wild, — I rave. : Ah ! who art thou whose voice I hear ? ' lam THE GRAVE !' " • • t ' , • The " OCEAN" is patriotic and poetical : the " Ode to the... | |
 | Samuel Cooper Thacher, David Phineas Adams, William Emerson - 1806 - 796 страници
...my brainruns wild, — I rave : — Ah ! who art tliou whose voice I hear ? — " I am THE GRAVK ! " The GRAVE, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chidee О listen ! — I will speak no more : Be silent, Piide ! " Art thou a WRETCH, of hope forlorn,... | |
 | 1810 - 420 страници
...thee, Nor leave one wretched trace behind Rciea>Min£ me. Hark ! — a strange sound affrights m'.ne ear, My pulse — my brain runs wild— I rave. — Ah ! who art ihou whose voice I bear> " lam the GKAVK i " The Grave, that never spake bc.'ore. Hath found, M length,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1811 - 622 страници
...limbs reclined, Shall gently moulder into thec ; Nor leave one wretched trace behind Resembling mc. Hark! — a strange sound affrights mine ear; My pulse, — my brain runs wild, — 1 rave : — Ah ! who art thou whose voice 1 hear ? " lam THE GRAVE! " The GRAVE, that never spake... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1813 - 192 страници
...limbs reclined, Shall gently moulder into thee ; Nor leave one wretched trace behind Resembling me. Hark !— a strange sound affrights mine ear ; My pulse, — my brain runs wild, — I rave ; — rAh ! who art thou whose voice I hear ? " I am THE GRAVE ! " The GRAVE, that never spake before,... | |
 | Rodolphus Dickinson - 1815 - 214 страници
...!—a strange sound affrights mine ear '; My pulse—my brain runs wild—1 rave : —Ah I who art ihou whose voice I hear'? "I am the Grave ! •" The grave,...spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide i O listen !—I will speak no more « Be silent, pride ! " Art thou a wretch of hope forlorn, A victim... | |
 | Elizabeth C. Jones - 1819 - 60 страници
...limbs reclin'd Shall gently moulder into thce ; Nor leave one wretched trace behind^ Resembling me. 84 Hark ! — a strange sound affrights mine ear My pulse...who art thou whose voice I hear ? " I am the grave !" fl The grave, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide * O ! listen — I... | |
 | Robert White ALMOND - 1819 - 204 страници
...Afflictions all his children feel ; He wounds them, for his mercy's sake, He wounds to heal ! CV. 1 1 . The Grave, that never spake before,' Hath found at...! — I will speak no more : — Be silent, Pride ! 2. Art thou a Wretch, of hope forlorn,* The victim of consuming care ? Is thy distracted conscience... | |
 | 1821 - 702 страници
...! a strange voice affrights mine ear, My pulse, my brain, run wild, 1 rave. — An ' who art limit whose voice I hear? •' I am the Grave. " The Grave...that never spake before, " Hath found at length a tongne to chide ; " O listen, or I apeak no more — •• Be silent, pride ! " Artthpn a wretch of... | |
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The GRAVE, that never 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 of consuming care ? Is thy distracted conscience torn By fell despair... 
