Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short... The Eclectic Review - Page 1491831Full view - About this book
| John Bell - English poetry - 1799 - 402 pages
...Thou'rt slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate And dost with poison, war, and sickne.s, dwell, 10 And poppy' or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell's! thou, then ? One short sleep past we wake.eternally ; And death shall be no more ; Death,... | |
| Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810 - 746 pages
...Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. [men, Thou Vt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And...as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st tbou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally ; And death shall be no more, death, thou shall... | |
| Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1810 - 728 pages
...their bones, and soul's delivery. [men, Thou 'rt slave to fete, chance, kings, and desperate And dcct with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or...us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'stthou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally ; And death shall be no more, death, thou... | |
| Alexander Dyce - English poetry - 1833 - 240 pages
...flow : And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men. And...One short sleep past, we wake eternally ; And death shall be no more — Death, thou shalt die. SIR RICHARD FANSHAWE. A ROSE. BLOWN in the morning, thou... | |
| English poetry - 1833 - 240 pages
...flow : And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And...thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally ; 108 SIR RICHARD FANSHAWE. A ROSE. BLOWN in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon : What boots a life,... | |
| Mrs. S. C. Hall - Crime - 1833 - 246 pages
...dreadful, for thou art not so ; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthow, Die not, poor Death ' Wby swell'st thou, then ? one short sleep past, we wake eternally; And Death shall be no more:—Death! thou shall die." Da. DoNNE WHEN Sir Robert Cecil returned to his wife's... | |
| Robert Aris Willmott - Poets, English - 1834 - 408 pages
...flow ; And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And...us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell' st thou then? Our short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more — Death... | |
| Giles Fletcher - English poetry - 1836 - 442 pages
...their bones, and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And doth with poison, war, and sickness dwell ; And poppy,...One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more : death, thou shalt die. VI. SPIT in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side ; Buffet... | |
| Richard Cattermole - Christian poetry, English - 1836 - 436 pages
...their bones, and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And doth with poison, war, and sickness dwell ; And poppy,...One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more : death, thou shalt die. VI. SPIT in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side ; Buffet... | |
| 1837 - 646 pages
...flow ; And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And...And better, than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ? Our short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more, — DEATH, THOU SHALT DIE !"... | |
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