 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 sider
...but of the ass, to bray. To bay is, according to Johnson, to bark, as a dog at a thief. PROPHETESS. What call unknown, what charms, presume To break the quiet of the tomb ? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite, And drags me from the realms of night ? Long on these mould'ring... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 sider
...verse that wakes the Dead; Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breath'da sullen sound. PROPHETESS.. What call unknown, what charms, presume To break the quiet of the tomb ? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite, And drags me from the realms of night ? Long on these mould'ring... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1804 - 572 sider
...thrilling verse that wakes the dead ; Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breath'da sullen sound. Propb. What call unknown, what charms presume To break the quiet of the tomb? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite, And drags me from the realms of night? Long on these mouldering bones... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1804 - 224 sider
...verse that wakes the Dead ; Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breath'da sullen sound. PROPHETESS. What call unknown, what charms, presume To break the quiet of the tomb ? [22] Several Editions have it brays. It is not, however, the nature of the dog, but of the ass, to... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 sider
...winter's snow, the summer's heat, The drenching dews aad driving rain! Let me, let me sleep again. "Who is he, with voice unblest, That calls me from the bed of rest? Odin. A traveller, to thee unknown, la he that calls, a warrior's son. Thou the deeds of light shalt... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 sider
...thrilling verse that wakes the Dead ; Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breath'da sullen sound. Pr. What call unknown, what charms presume To break the quiet of the tomb? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite, And drags me from the realms of night? Long on these mould'ring bones... | |
 | 1808 - 436 sider
...Muson. . ..J 406 407 Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breath'da sullen sound — PROPHETESS. What call unknown, what charms presume, To break the quiet of the tomb! Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite, And drags me from the realms of night? Long on these mould'ring bones... | |
 | 1808 - 844 sider
...winter's snow, the summer's heat, Hie drenching dews, the driving rain, Let me, let me sleep again. Who » he, with voice unblest, That calls me from the bed of rest? ODIN. A traveller, to thee unknown, Is he that calls, a warriour"s son. Thou the deeds of light shait... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 622 sider
...winter's snow, the summer's heat, The drenching dews, and driving rain ! Let me, let me sleep again. Who is he, with voice unblest, That calls me from the bed of rest? O. A traveller, to thee unknown, Is he that calls, a warrior's sou. Thou the deeds of light shall know... | |
 | Edward Daniel Clarke - 1814 - 428 sider
...thrillinR verse that wakes tiie dead; Till, from out the hollow ground, S lowly breathM a sullen sound : " What call unknown, what charms presume, .... " To break the quiet of the tomb ?" : Its length HithiB, Tits B?e feet ten inches; an* it* breadth, fire feet tiro incne». cut in a... | |
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Long on these mould'ring bones have beat The winter's snow, the summer's heat, The drenching dews, and driving rain ! Let me, let me sleep again. Who is he, with voice unblest, That calls me from the bed of rest ? ODIN. 
