 | Thomas Gray - 1853 - 200 страници
...Fiolkyngi, or Fiolkunnug, ie Multiscia; and Visindakona, ie Oraculorum Mulier; Nornir, i c. Parcse. GBAY. 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... | |
 | William Collins - 1854 - 430 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 shall... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 278 страници
...Nor see the sun's departing beam, Till he ou Hoder's -corse shall smile, Flaming on the funeral pile. Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose. ODIN. Tet awhile my call obey; Prophetess, awake, and say, What virgins these, in speechless woe, That... | |
 | Henry Whitelock Torrens - 1854 - 468 страници
...appropriate and euphonious name for our bird, will henceforth grace our game-books. Now, oh ! Abel, — " Now my weary lips I close, Leave me, leave me to repose ! " MASTER MATHEW. FROM THE PURLIEUS OF THE WORST STATION. January 5, 1851. DEAR ABEL, — Happy new... | |
 | Henry Whitelock Torrens, James Hume - 1854 - 458 страници
...appropriate and euphonious name for our bird, will henceforth grace our game-books. Now, oh ! Abel,— " Now my weary lips I close, Leave me, leave me to repose ! " MASTER MATHEW. FROM THE PURLIEUS OF THE WORST STATION. January 5, 1851. DEAR ABEL,—Happy new... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1855 - 276 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 a while my call obey : Prophetess ! awake, and say, What virgins these, in speechless woe,... | |
 | Where - 1855 - 86 страници
...unknown. Paradise Lost, book iv. MILTON. None but the brave deserve the fair. Alexander's Feast. DRYDEN. Now my weary lips I close Leave me, leave me to repose. Descent of Odin. GfREY. Not one line, that dying, he could wish to blot. Epitaph on Thompson. LYTTLETON.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1855 - 272 страници
...the author of his fate 1 Proph. 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, eo Who the avenger of his guilt, By whom... | |
 | Bernhard Freiherr von Tauchnitz - 1860 - 468 страници
...the author of his fate? Proph. 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, 60 Who the avenger of his guilt, By... | |
 | Mary Eyre - 1861 - 330 страници
...to be rid of them, and sank back again with the weary feeling of Gray's prophetess when she says " Now my weary lips I close, Leave me, leave me to repose." The only thing I voluntarily took was oranges. The very sight of food was unpleasant to me. Why did... | |
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Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose. 
