 | John Aikin - 1850 - 764 páginas
...And there the dead men lay. I look'd to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gush'd, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as...load on my weary eye And the dead were at my feet. let the c«ne M- The cold sweat melted from their elk far bim In the mo. Nor rot nor reek did they... | |
 | Henry Theodore Cheever - 1850 - 330 páginas
...alone, Alone on a wide, wide eea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. I closed my lips, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat...were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reck did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed ttway. Coleridge's... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 páginas
...And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gushed, hape, I wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! And...b&kcd, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter limbe, Nor rot nor reek did they; The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 páginas
...And there^tfre dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as...were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An... | |
 | Joseph Scott Moore - 1853 - 442 páginas
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 | 1853 - 706 páginas
...Christ would take no pity on My soul in agony. * # # * I clos'd my lids, and kept them close. Till the 'balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the...load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet We now resume the narrative of Paulinas. At length our dear Lord, ever kind and compassionate, not... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 páginas
...in part componed. \ •j I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht, À wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust....And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the eea, and the eea and the eky '^ 1 Lay like a load on my weary eye, 4 ^And the dead were at my feet... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 páginas
...And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But, or ever a prayer had gushed, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as...were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they; The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's... | |
 | Melchior Yvan - 1854 - 386 páginas
...manv lie dead. 318 APPENDIX. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gush't, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as...were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they ; The look with which they looked on me * Had never passed away. An... | |
 | 1854 - 456 páginas
...And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as...load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. B.uthe ^ The cold sweat melted from their limbs, r.>r him in Nor rot nor reek did they ; jj. 5"« The... | |
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A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky, Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. 
