 Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men. Nor with 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; Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in...  Time's Telescope - Page cx1826Full view - About this book
 | Thomas Campbell - 1837 - 332 pages
...curtain fall .Upgn the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recal Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the...mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the sithe. Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, . Behold... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Bookbinding - 1837 - 360 pages
...curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with 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 in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the sithe.... | |
 | Fraternal organizations - 1837 - 474 pages
...curtain fall Upon the Stage of Men, Nor with 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 in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 348 pages
...back, Nor 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...Test of all sunless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death, Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shalt not... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 pages
...curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the...battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe. Even I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 336 pages
...writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes ahhorr'd, Or mown in hattle hy the sword, Like grass heneath the scythe. " Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch...Test of all sunless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death, Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shalt not... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 412 pages
...curtain fall Upon the stage of men ; Nor with thy rising beams recal Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor 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.... | |
 | William Martin - Readers - 1838 - 368 pages
...curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with 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 in diseases shapes abhorr'd Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
 | Jesse Olney - Readers - 1838 - 346 pages
...curtain fall Upon the slage of men ; Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Its motley pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain, anew to writhe : Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Ormo.vn in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.... | |
 | 1836 - 564 pages
...we are equally at a loss to understand why he should address the sun in the following strain : — ' Ev'n I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire ; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death — Their rounded gasp... | |
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