 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 622 страници
...Nor see the Sun's departing beam : Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the funeral pile. Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me, to repose. O. Yet a while my call obey, Prophetess, awake, and say, What virgins these, in speechless woe, That... | |
 | 1814 - 548 страници
...the same ideas can assume when animated by the fire of Gray, and damped by the flatness of Addison. ' Now my weary lips I close, Leave me, leave me to repose. — Mason's Ed. p. 52. Quid, oro, me post Lethaea pocula, jam Stygiis paludibus innatantcm, ad momentariaj... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1820 - 548 страници
...Who the author of his fate. PR. In Hoder's hand the hero's doom : His brother sends him to the tomb. Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me to repose. O. Prophetess, my spell obey. Once again arise, and say, Who th' avenger of hid guilt, By whom shall... | |
 | Johnson Grant - 1820 - 638 страници
...was brought to a close by Mr. Fuber's positively refusing to repeat the same thing over any more : " Now my weary lips I close, Leave me, leave me, to repose." Mr. Pearson's " Essay," already noticed, was chiefly valuable, by reason of its giving an account of... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 358 страници
...Who the author of his fate ? Pr. In Hoder's hand the hero's doom : His brother sends him to the tomb. Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me, to repose. 0. Prophetess, my spell obey : Once again arise, and say, Who th' avenger of his guilt, By whom shall... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1821 - 192 страници
...Nor see the sun's departing beam, Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the fun'ral pile. Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me to repose. ODIN. Yet a while my call obey ; Prophetess, awake, and say, What virgins these, in speechless woe,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1821 - 196 страници
...Nor see the sun's departing beam, Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the fua'ral pile. Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose. ' Yet a while my call obey ; Prophetess, awake, and say, What virgins these, in speechless woe, That... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 584 страници
...Author of his fate > PROPHETESS. In Hoder's hand the Hero's doom ; His brother sends him to the tomb. Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me to repose. Prophetess, my spell obey, Once again arise, and say, Who the' Avenger of his guilt, By whom shall... | |
 | Alexander Hill Everett - 1822 - 466 страници
...probably remain in the same quiescent state, until Austria shall present another edict to be registered. Now my weary lips I close ; Leave me, leave me to repose. If the general constitution of the German confederacy is far from being an agreeable subject of observation... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 284 страници
...Nor see the Sun's departing beam, Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the funeral pile. Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose. ODIN. That their flaxen tresses tear, And snowy veils, that float in air ? Tell me whence their sorrows... | |
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Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose. 
