 | William Collins, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 478 страници
...Nor see the sun's departing beam ; Tfll 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. 0- Yet awhile my call obey. Prophetess, awake, and sa^ What Virgins these, in speechless woe, That... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1825 - 346 страници
...see the sun's departing beam, Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the funeral pile. 70 Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me to repose. ODIN. Yet awhile my call obey; Prophetess, awake, and say, What virgins these, in speechless woe, 75... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1826 - 190 страници
...author of his fate? PROPHETESS. In Hoder's hand the hero's doom ; His brother sends him to the tomh. 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... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1827 - 468 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 his guilt, By whom shall... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 страници
...see the Sun's departing beam : Till he on Hoder's corse shall sinile Flaming on the funeral pile. £ Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me, to repose. O. Yet awhile my call obey, Prophetess, awake, and say, What virgins these, in speechless woe, That... | |
 | George Brittaine - 1831 - 314 страници
...Grey's Prophetic Maid, when she pathetically concludes every reply to her troublesome visitor, with — Now my weary lips I close, Leave me, leave me to repose. Hector, who began to be very impatient at the Baronet's monopoly of public attention, took advantage... | |
 | Sarah Stickney Ellis - 1835 - 358 страници
...(Haste, the loom of hell prepare,) " Iron sleet of arrowy thower " Hurtles in the darkened air." " Now my weary lips I close : " Leave me, leave me to repose." Nothing can be more expressive of weariness than the simple words which compose these two lines. We... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - 1837 - 442 страници
...people, is verily what an August Assembly seemed to me to be doing ; this and no other is the news ; r ' Now my weary lips I close ; Leave me, leave me to repose.' The good Dampmartin! — But, on the whole, are not Nations astonishingly true to their National character;... | |
 | 1841 - 435 страници
...yez want ?" growled he at length. " What the d— 1 does yez want ?" looking as if he would say, " Now my weary lips I close ; Leave me, leave me to repose." "_Music! music!" said our host, laughing. " Any sort of music, any sort of noise," and he left the... | |
 | Susan Ferrier - 1841 - 448 страници
...nothing more disagreeable than a high head," remarked Miss Nicky. " Except a fool's head — humph ! " Now my weary lips I close ; Leave me, leave me to repose." And she betook herself to the business of the morning with the air of one who was determined to utter... | |
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Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose. 
