 Fair laughs the morn and soft the zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm, Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway...  The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray - Side 46av Thomas Gray - 1851 - 223 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | sir Samuel Egerton Brydges (bart.) - 1813 - 326 sider
...exercised his sagacity on the characters of those, whom for the most part he suffered to surround him. " He rests among the dead! The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born, Gone to salute the rising morn !" For me, who never received favour or notice from him when alive,... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1813 - 332 sider
...sagacity on the characters of those, whom for the most part he suffered to surround him. — — — " He rests among the dead ! The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born, Gone to salute the rising morn!" For me, who never received favour or notic? from him when alive, and... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1815 - 434 sider
...exercised his sagacity on the characters of those, whom for the most part he suffered to surround him. " He rests among the dead ! The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born, Gone to salute the rising morn !" For me, who never received favour or notice from him, when alive,... | |
 | Thomas Gray, John Mitford - 1816 - 446 sider
...Mighty victor, mighty lord ! Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford 6'5 A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. VARIATIONS. Ver. 63. Victor'] Conqueror, Ms. Ver. 64. His] The, Ms. Ver. 65. No, wo] What, what, Ms.... | |
 | Richard Lovell Edgeworth, Maria Edgeworth - 1816 - 262 sider
...only one priest remained with him till he died. Obsequies. — The ceremonies or rites of burial. " Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone, he rests among the dead.'• The sable n?arn'or.-<— The black prince, so called from his armour which was black* — He died before... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 482 sider
...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...gone. He rests among the dead, " The swarm, that in the noon-tide beam were born? > " Gone to salute the rising morn. . " Fair laughs the morn, and soft... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1820 - 548 sider
...funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable T warrior 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. ' See the Norwegian Ode, that follows. T Edward the Second, cruelly... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1821 - 192 sider
..." 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...dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 358 sider
...he lies ! * No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior f fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in the noon-tide beam were born ; Gone to salute the rising Morn. Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr... | |
 | 1822 - 418 sider
...2. " Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Low on his fun'ral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior...dead. The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born, Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While, proudly riding... | |
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