... thee man put forth His pomp, his pride, his skill; And arts that made fire, flood and earth, The vassals of his will! Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, Thou dim discrowned king of day — For all those trophied arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang,... The Glasgow Poets: Their Lives and Poems - Page 159edited by - 1906 - 437 pagesFull view - About this book
| 1824 - 494 pages
...those trophied arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Heal a not a passion or a pang Entail'd on human hearts. Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men, .Vor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. In pitying pageants bring not back, Nor waken... | |
| 1823 - 592 pages
...those trophied arts And trinmphs that beneath thee sprang, Heal'd not a passion or a pang Kntail'd on human hearts. Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon...waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe Stretch 'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
| Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 590 pages
...arts And triumphs that beneath ihcc sprang, Heal'd not a passion or a pang Entail'd on human hearu. Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of...waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the icythe.... | |
| Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 590 pages
...thee spraug, H cal M not a passion or a pang Iv.uilM on hjmun hearts. Go, let oblivion's curtain fjll Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall...waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Strelcn'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
| Martin MacDermot - English literature - 1824 - 602 pages
...those trophied arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Heal'd not a passion or a pang Entail'd on human hearts. Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon...waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or moan in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
| Thomas Campbell - English poetry - 1824 - 176 pages
...those trophied arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Heal'd not a passion or a pang Entail'd on human hearts. Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon...waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1824 - 176 pages
...: For all those trophied arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Heal'd not a passion or a pang Go, let oblivion's curtain fall . . . , Upon the stage...waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
| Martin MacDermot - English literature - 1824 - 604 pages
...arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Heal'd not a passion or a pang Entail'd on human hearts. K Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of...waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Strctch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or moan in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
| Amédée Pichot - England - 1825 - 510 pages
...those trophied arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, HeaI'd not a passion or a pang Entail'd on human hearts. " Go, let oblivion's curtain fall...waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
| 1825 - 588 pages
...storm pass'd by, Saying, We are twins in death, proud Sun, Thy face is cold, thy race is run, ' &c. 1 Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of...thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Its piteous-pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd... | |
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