| Thomas Gray, John Bradshaw - 1891 - 404 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 a while my call obey. Prophetess, awake, and say, What Virgins these, in speechless woe, That... | |
| Thomas Gray - 110 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 the avenger of his guilt, By whom... | |
| William Lyon Phelps - 1893 - 208 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." The significance of the above quotations is apparent at a glance. The Descent of Odin is about as different... | |
| William Lyon Phelps - 1893 - 216 страници
...Nor see the sun's departing beam ; Till he on H oder's corse shall smile Flaming on the fun'ral pile. Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me to repose." The significance of the above quotations is apparent at a glance. The Descent of Odin is about as different... | |
| William Lyon Phelps - 1893 - 208 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." The significance of the above quotations is apparent at a glance. The Descent of Odin is about as different... | |
| Susan Ferrier - 1894 - 330 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... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1894 - 250 страници
...the Author of his fate. PR. In Nader's hand the Heroe's doom : 55 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, 60 Who th' Avenger of his guilt, By whom shall... | |
| Charles Mackay - 1896 - 680 страници
...author of his fate T 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 th1 avenger of his guilt, By whom... | |
| Charles Mackay - 1897 - 666 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. Yet awhile my call obey ; Prophetess, awake, and say, What virgins these, in speechless woe,... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1898 - 346 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, That... | |
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