Fall'n pile ! I ask not what has been thy fate ;— But when the weak winds, wafted from the main, Through each lone arch, like spirits that complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate On this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those who once... Sonnets, and Other Poems - Стр. 36авторы: William Lisle Bowles - 1796 - Страниц: 128Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| William Lisle Bowles - 1800 - Страниц: 208
...from the main, Through each rent arch, like spirits that complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate On this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those who once full proudly in their prime And beauteous might have stood, till bow'd by time Or injury, their early... | |
| James Sargant Storer - 1803 - Страниц: 380
...complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate On this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those that once might proudly, in their prime, Have stood with...ancient boast forgot, They might have sunk, like thee : though thus forlorn, They lift their heads, with venerable hairs Besprent, majestic yet, and as in... | |
| John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1805 - Страниц: 698
...from the main, Through each lone arch, like spirits that complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate On this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those...their ancient boast forgot, They might have sunk, like thce : though thus forlorn. They lift their heads, with venerable hairs Besprent, majestic yet, and... | |
| John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1805 - Страниц: 686
...from the main. Through each lone arch, like spirits that complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate On this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those who once might prondly, in their prime, Have stood, with giant port ; till, bow'd by time Or injury, their ancient... | |
| William Lisle Bowles - 1805 - Страниц: 216
...from the main, Through each rent arch, like spirits that complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate On this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those who once full proudly in their prime And beauteous might have stood, till bow'd by time Or injury, their early... | |
| 1808 - Страниц: 366
...complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate O« this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those that once might proudly, in their prime, Have stood with...ancient boast forgot, They might have sunk, like thee : though thus forlorn, They lift their heads, with venerable hairs Besprent, majestic yet, and as in... | |
| James Andrew Storer - 1818 - Страниц: 218
...IN GREAT BRITAIN. VOL. IV. . I meditate On this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those tlrat once might proudly in their prime, Have stood with giant port, till howed hy time Or injury ; their ancient hoast forgot. They might have sunk like thee. ïLonoon: PUBLISHED... | |
| John Bullar - 1819 - Страниц: 278
...from the main, Through each lone arch, like spirits that complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate On this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those...They lift their head, with venerable hairs Besprent, majestic yet, and as in scorn Of mortal vanities and short-lived cares : Even so dost thou, lifting... | |
| Southampton guide - 1823 - Страниц: 168
...from the main, Through each lone arch, like spirits that complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate On this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those...They lift their head, with venerable hairs Besprent, majestic yet, and as in scorn Of mortal vanities and short-lived cares : Even so dost thou, lifting... | |
| A F. Kendall - 1830 - Страниц: 704
...from the main, Through each lone arch, like spirits that complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate On this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those...ancient boast forgot, They might have sunk, like thee: though thus forlorn, They lift their heads, with venerable hairs Besprent, majestic yet, and as in... | |
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