 Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye afford A tear to grace his obsequies ! Is the sable warrior fled ? — Thy son is gone ; he rests among the dead.  Letters - Seite 266von Thomas Gray - 1884 - 4 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 Seiten
...children, and even robbed in his last moments by his courtiers and his mistress. " No pitying heart, no eye, afford " A tear to grace his obsequies. " Is the sable Warrior fled (x) ? " Thy son is gone. He rests among the Dead. " The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were " born?... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1804 - 224 Seiten
...children, and even robbed in his last moments by his courtiers and his mistress. " No pitying heart, no eye, afford " A tear to grace his obsequies. " Is the sable Warrior fled .r? " Thy son is gone. He rests among the Dead. " The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ?... | |
 | Richard Payne Knight - 1805 - 512 Seiten
...Solitude behind. Mighty victor, mighty lord Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable...warrior fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn,... | |
 | 1805 - 420 Seiten
...year before his father, Edward III. Hence these lines of *RAT in hi> inimitable ode, " the Bard." " Is the sable warrior fled ? • •• • " Thy son is gone, he rests among the dead." If. 2. See Hume, and Stow's chron. com in. by Howe. wedge. One soldier was followed by two, they by... | |
 | Richard Payne Knight - 1806 - 508 Seiten
...Solitude behind. Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gorie. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the... | |
 | Richard Payne Knight - 1808 - 510 Seiten
...Solitude behind. Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior fifed ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born ?... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 Seiten
...behind. II. 2. " Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, " Low on his funeral couch he lies !| " No pitying heart, no eye, afford " A tear to grace his obsequies. " Is...fled? " Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. " The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? " Gone to salute the rising Morn. » " Fair laughs... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 Seiten
...Solitnde behind. II.fi. Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his fun'ral couch he lies! Ho pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies ! Is the...warrior fled ? Thy son is gone; he rests among the dead. The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born, Gone to salute the rising morn : Fair langhs the morn,... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 Seiten
...Solitudebehiwi II. 2. " Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, " Low on his fun'ral couch he lies! " No pitying heart, no nseen, "fis all we beg thee, to conceal from sight...of goodness which themselves requite. O let us stil dexi. ' The swarm that in thy noon-tide b«in wtrt 1 Gone to salute the rising morn. ("born? ' Fair... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 628 Seiten
...Solitude behind. 1 Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies '* ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the...'? fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in the noon-tide beam were bqjrn; Gone to salute the rising Morn. Fair laughs the Morn... | |
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