 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 806 страници
...racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate! 45 50 He gives to range the dreary sky : . Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's4 march they spy,... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 828 страници
...racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate! 45 The boisterous joys of Odin's hall. 2 And well our...of old Loved when the year its course had rolled 50 He gives to range the dreary sky: Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's'' march they spy,... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1604 страници
...Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, 45 And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Pate! The fond8 Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers...seed is sown, The Heracleidan* blood might own. 14 60 Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to4 range the dreary sky; Till down the eastern... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 964 страници
...complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse? N 51 Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glittering shafts of war. The Antistrophe... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 566 страници
...racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate! 45 The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse? Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glittering... | |
 | 1916 - 792 страници
...vain the heav'nly Muse? Night, and all her sickly dews, Her Spectres wan, and Birds of boding cry, 50 round With no allaying Thames,1 1 diluting water Our careless heads Hyperion's4 march they spy, and glitt'ring shafts of war. 1 Mars, who was especially worshipped in... | |
 | Ernest Bernbaum - 1918 - 412 страници
...complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse? Night, and all her sickly dews, Her spectres...eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glittering shafts of war. II. 2 In climes beyond the solar road, Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - 1918 - 1116 страници
...racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate I The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify...Jove. Say, has he giv'n in vain the heav'nly Muse i Night, and all her sickly dews, Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the... | |
 | Ernest Bernbaum - 1918 - 422 страници
...racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate 1 The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse? Night, and all her sickly dews, Her spectres wan, and birds of boding... | |
 | 1918 - 2062 страници
...racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate! , we come; From the river-girt" art, but ever nigh; I have thee still, and I re given in vain the heavenly Muse? Night, and all her sickly dews, Her specters wan, and birds of boding... | |
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Man's feeble race what ills await ! Labour and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove. 
