 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
 | Thomas Gray - 1826 - 190 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... | |
 | 1826 - 310 sider
...lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his ohsequies. Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests...dead. The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born, Gone to salute the rising Morn. Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While proudly riding... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1827 - 468 sider
...couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior1 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. Fair1 laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding... | |
 | John Barber - 1828 - 310 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...the dead. " The swarm that in thy noontide beam were bora ? " In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; '' Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm ; "Regardless... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 sider
...* Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! J 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 the Zephyr... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 sider
...pitying heart, no eve, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior (5) fled ? Thy sou Mark by what wretched steps tlu-ir glory grows, From dirt and sea-weed as proud Т Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, (6) and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly... | |
 | 1836 - 558 sider
...lies* No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies ! Is the sable warriort fledl 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,t and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1835 - 330 sider
...Conqu'ror, mighty Lord, his Low on the funeral couch he lies ; No no \V hat pitying heart, what eye afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior fled? Thy eon is gone, he rests among the dead. in thy noontide beam were born. The swarm that hover'd in thy... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1837 - 84 sider
...v. i IGHTY 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 noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising Morn. Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While proudly riding... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1837 - 110 sider
...v. i IGHTY 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 noon-tide 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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