 | Edmund Burke - 1803 - 1298 pàgines
...flutters convuls'd in his quivering limbs, And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims. Aecurs'd be the faggots, that blaze at his feet, Where his...ceases to beat, With the smoke of its ashes to poison die gale LOCHISL. -Down, soothless insul.ter i I trust not thetalej For never shall Albin a destiny... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1803 - 892 pàgines
...flutters convuls'd in his quivering limbs, Aud his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims. Aecurs'd be the faggots, that blaze at his feet, Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beaf, With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale LOCHIBL. Down, soothless insulter ! I trust not... | |
 | 1803 - 866 pàgines
...flutters convuls'd in his quivering limbs, And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims. Aecurs'd be the faggots, that blaze at his feet, Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to be,n. With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale LOCHIEL. Down, soothless insulter i I trust not... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 266 pàgines
...flutters convuls'J iu his quivering limbs, And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims. Accurs'd be the faggots, that blaze at his feet, Where his...• * With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale i 10CHIEL. Down, soothless insulter! I trust not the tale: For never shall Albin a destiny meet, So... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 pàgines
...his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims. Accurs'd be the faggots, that blaze at his feet, AVhere his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beat, With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale • Down, soothless insulter ! I trust not the tale : For never shall Albin a destiny meet, So black... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 pàgines
...The war-drum is muffled, and black is the bier ; His death-bell is tolling ; oh ! mercy, dispel Y'on sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell ! Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs, And his Mood-streaming nostril in agony swims. Accursed be the faggots, that blaze at his feet, Where his heart... | |
 | John White (A.M.) - 1826 - 340 pàgines
...tell-1-..'- -.< " K Life flutters convuls'd in his quivering limbs, i-.- ^i\ And his blood-strcaniing nostril in agony swims. . Accursed be the faggots that blaze at his feet,-.-• .,'UaWhere his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to boat. With the smoke of its ashes to poison... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pàgines
...near: The war-drum is muffled, and black is the bier; Hid death-bell is tolling: oh! mercy, dispel Yon sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell ! Life flutters...to beat, With the smoke of its ashes to poison the LOCHIEL. Down, soothlcss insulter! I trust not the tale: Though my perishing rankg should be strewed... | |
 | William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - 308 pàgines
...flutters convuls'd in his quivering limbs, And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims. Accurs'd be the faggots, that blaze at his feet, Where his...beat, With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale LOCRIEL. — Down, soothless insulter ! I trust not the tale : For never shall Albin a destiny meet... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 266 pàgines
...near; The war-drum is muffled, and black is the bier; His death-bell is tolling: oh, mercy dispel Yon sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell! Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs, * Alluding to the perilous escape of Charles from the West of Scotland. And his blood-streaming nostril... | |
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Yon sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell ! Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs, And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims. Accursed be the fagots that blaze at his feet, Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beat, With... 
