 Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave? How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through...  Littell's Living Age - Strana 2241844Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Samuel Johnson - 1811 - 202 str.
...1 How full of saduess was the morn, that gave His mortal part for ever to the grave ! IMITATION. 1 Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to ihi- gitve ! TickeU on the Otath of Miluon. With what deep awe the sable pomp roll'd slow,... | |
 | Joseph Addison, Richard Hurd - 1811 - 542 str.
...real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart. Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1811 - 532 str.
...woe inspires: Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart. \ Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave * How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1814 - 494 str.
...real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart. Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave! How silent did his old companions tread, ^ By midnight lamps, the mansions of... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 418 str.
...real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart. Can I forget the dismal night that gave .My soul's best part for ever to the grave ? How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford - 1819 - 462 str.
...real woe inspires; (jrief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart. Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of... | |
 | Mrs. Ross, Author of The balance of comfort - 1819 - 270 str.
...shall I cry ? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof, as the flower of the field. ISAIAH. Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of... | |
 | 1820 - 612 str.
...I Forget the disinat night that gate My soul's best part for ever to the grave? How silent did bis old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead. Through breathing statues, tben nnbeeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of king* ! What awe did the slow... | |
 | John Aikin - 1820 - 832 str.
...real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart. d by talk. In Epicurus' garden walk, Who thought it Hwiv'n for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 402 str.
...real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart. Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of... | |
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