| 1876 - 734 страници
...good pencil, now ! What a fine agony works upon his brow ! Ha ! gra y-hair'd, and so strong ! TTow fearfully he stifles that short moan ! Gods ! if I could but paint a dying groan ! '"Pity'thee! So I do I I pity the dumb victim at the altar — But does the robed priest for \nsjiity... | |
| Passages, John Allen Giles - 1881 - 744 страници
...Press down the poisoned links into his flesh ! And tear agape that healing wound afresh ! So — let him writhe ! How long Will he live thus ? Quick, my...but paint a dying groan ! ' Pity ' thee ! So I do ! 1 pity the dumb victim at the altar ; But does the robed priest for his pity falter ? I'd rack thee,... | |
| Ferguson - 1881 - 386 страници
...let him writhe ! How long Will he live thus 1 Quick, my good pencil, now t What a fine agony works on his brow ! Ha ! grey-haired and so strong ! How fearfully...altar ; But does the robed priest for his pity falter 1 I'd rack thee, though I knew A thousand lives were perishing in thine ; What were ten thousand to... | |
| Austin Barclay Fletcher - 1881 - 498 страници
...he live thus? Quick, my good pencil, now ! What a fine agony works upon his brow! Ha! gray-hair'd, and so strong! How fearfully he stifles that short...— But does the robed priest for his pity falter? I'd rack thee, though I knew A thousand lives were perishing in thine — What were ten thousand to... | |
| Austin Barclay Fletcher - 1881 - 454 страници
...he live thus? Quick, my good pencil, now ! What a fine agony works upon his brow ! Ha ! gray-hair'd, and so strong ! How fearfully he stifles that short...victim at the altar — But does the robed priest for \\\s pitv falter? I'd rack thee, though I knew A thousand lives were perishing in thine — What were... | |
| 1881 - 406 страници
...Europe. The motive of all these careers may be illustrated by the speech of Parrhasius: " 'Pity' theel So I do! I pity the dumb victim at the altar — But does the robed priest for his pity falter ? I'd rack thee, though 1 knew A thousand lives were perishing in thine — What were ten thousand... | |
| Nathaniel Parker Willis, Henry Llewellyn Williams - 1882 - 392 страници
...he live thus? Quick, my good pencil, now I What a fine agony works upon his brow I Ha ! gray-hair'd, and so strong ! How fearfully he stifles that short moan ! Gods ! if I could but paint a dying groan ! "<Pity'thee! Soldo! I pity the dumb victim at the altar — But does the robed priest for la&j)ity... | |
| Robert Kidd - 1857 - 494 страници
...he live thus ? Quick, my good pencil, now 1 What a fine agony works upon his brow ! Ha! gray-haired, and so strong! How fearfully he stifles that short moan ! Gods ! if I could but paint a dying groan 1 5 "'Pity'thee? Soldo; I pity the dumb victim at the altar; But does the robed priest for his pity... | |
| James Edward Murdoch - 1884 - 546 страници
...depth of an impulsive nature impatient and rebellious against conventional dictation : Pitythee? Soldo! I pity the dumb victim at the altar, But does the robed priest for his pity falter? I'd rack thee, though I knew A thousand lives were perishing in thine: What were ten thousand to a... | |
| 1885 - 544 страници
...he live thus ? Quick ! my good pencil now. What a fine agony works upon his brow ! Ha ! gray-haired, and so strong ! How fearfully he stifles that short...altar, But does the robed priest for his pity falter? I'd rack thee though I knew A thousand lives were perishing in thine : What were ten thousand to a... | |
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