 | Mowbray Walter Morris - 1882 - 424 страници
...author of his fate ? PBOPHETESS. 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. ODIK. Prophetess, my spell obey, Once again arise, and say, Who th' avenger of his guilt, By whom shall... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1883 - 596 страници
...author of his fate ? PBOPHETESS. 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. ODIN. Prophetess, my spell obey, Once again arise, and say, Who th' avenger of his guilt, By whom shall... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - 1884 - 452 страници
...people, is verily what an august Assembly seemed to me to be doing ; this and no other is the news : — Now my weary lips I close ; Leave me, leave me to repose I The good Dampmartin ! — But, on the whole, are not Nations astonishingly true to their National... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1884 - 450 страници
...Who the Author of his fate. Pr. In Hoder's hand the Heroe'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,4 Once again arise, and say, 1 Yon] The.— Wharton MS. 2 Reach] Touch.... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - 1885 - 654 страници
...people, is verily what an august Assembly seemed to me to be doing ; this and no other is the news : Now my weary lips I close; Leave me, leave me to repose 1 The good Dampmartiu ! — But, on the whole, are not Nations astonishingly true to their National... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1885 - 164 страници
...see the sun's departing beam, Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the fun'ral pile. 70 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, 75... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1886 - 176 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. ODIN. Prophetess, my spell obey, Once again arise, and say, Who th' avenger of his guilt, By whom shall... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - 1837 - 398 страници
...people, is verily what an august Assembly seemed to me to be doing ; this and no other is the news : Now my weary lips I close ; Leave me, leave me to repose I The good Dampmartin ! — But, on the whole, are not Nations astonishingly true to their National... | |
 | 1888 - 344 страници
...no ? Mate. There on the floor mattress and bolster are, Who wish for more may ask the upholsterer. Now my weary lips I close ; Leave me, leave me, to repose, Tim. Master mate, my call obey, Rouse yourself once more, and say, If in this ship a poor starved sinner... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1891 - 200 страници
...see the sun's departing beam, Till he on ffoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the fun'ral pile. 70 Now my weary lips I close ; Leave me, leave me to repose. 0. Yet a while my call obey ; Prophetess, awake, and say, What virgins these, in speechless woe, That... | |
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Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose. 
