 His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him,...  The poetical works of lord Byron - Page 64by George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1878Full view - About this book
 | 1818 - 638 pages
...He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are...despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope... | |
 | England - 1838 - 884 pages
...He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unkneU'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. " His steps are not upon thy paths,— thy fields Are...despise, •Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - English literature - 1818 - 648 pages
...sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. ' Hie steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not...despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies. And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope... | |
 | 1821 - 438 pages
...He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are...wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spuming him from thy bosom to the skies, And sund'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 pages
...of rain , He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan , Without a grave , unknell'd , uncoffm'd , and unknown. CLXXX. His steps are not upon thy paths...despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies , And send'st him , shivering in thy playful spray And howling , to his Gods , -where haply lies His petty... | |
 | Almanacs, English - 1820 - 422 pages
...He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan. Without a grave, miknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths,— thy fields Are...the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thon dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And scml'st him, shivering in thy... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English poetry - 1821 - 478 pages
...drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unkuell'd, uncoiliu'd, and unknown. CLXXX. His steps are not upon thy paths,...despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope... | |
 | English poetry - 1822 - 418 pages
...He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are...despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shiv'ring on thy playful spray, And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - Bookbinding - 1823 - 402 pages
...control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remainA shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a...despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - 226 pages
...He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are...despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope... | |
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