 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 sleep past, we wake eternally, And death...  Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of Giles ... - Page 59by Richard Cattermole - 1836Full view - About this book
 | John Donne - 1839 - 588 pages
...their bones, and souls delivery ; Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell. And poppy, or...And death shall be no more, death thou shalt die. XIV. SPIT in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For... | |
 | John Donne - Sermons - 1839 - 598 pages
...their bones, and souls delivery ; Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell. And poppy, or...And death shall be no more, death thou shalt die. XIV. SPIT in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For... | |
 | John Donne, Henry Alford - English poetry - 1839 - 582 pages
...their bones, aud souls delivery ; Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell. And poppy, or...And death shall be no more, death thou shalt die. XIV. SPIT in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For... | |
 | John Donne, Henry Alford - Sermons - 1839 - 604 pages
...their bones, and souls delivery ; Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell. And poppy, or...And better, than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then ? j One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more, death thou shalt die. ** XIV.... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - Poets, English - 1839 - 388 pages
...their bones, and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness, dwell ; And poppy,...us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke ; why swell's! thou then ? Our short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more — Death... | |
 | John Donne - 1840 - 528 pages
...their bones, and souls delivery ; Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell. And poppy, or...us sleep as well, And better, than thy stroke; why swelPst thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more, death thou... | |
 | Mrs. S. C. Hall - Buccaneers - 1840 - 458 pages
...thou art not so ; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death . Why swell's! thou, then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally'; And Death shall be no more; — Death! thou shall die. DE. DONNE. WHEN Sir Robert Cecil returned to his wife's chamber, all within was silent as... | |
 | Gems - 1841 - 624 pages
...their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or...us sleep as well, And better, than thy stroke ; why swellest thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally ; And death shall be no more ; Death !... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 580 pages
...their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or...us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell 'st thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally ; And Death shall be no more : Death,... | |
 | Edward Farr - English poetry - 1847 - 412 pages
...us sleepe as well, And better than thy stroake. Why swell' st thou then ? Our short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And Death shall be no more : Death, thou shalt die. A HYMNE TO GOD THE FATHER. WILT thou forgive that sinne where I begunne, Which was my sinne, though... | |
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