 I saw him dead : a leaden slumber lies, And mortal sleep over those wakeful eyes ; Those gentle rays under the lids were fled, Which through his looks that piercing sweetness shed ; That port, which so majestic was and strong, Loose, and deprived of vigour,...  Andrew Marvell - Pàgina 74per Augustine Birrell - 1905 - 241 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 466 pàgines
...bright : Francisca fair can nothing now but weep, Nor with soft notes shall sing his cares asleep. I saw him dead : a leaden slumber lies, And mortal...and wan ; How much another thing ! no more that man ! Oh human glory ! vain ! oh death ! oh wings ! Oh worthless world ! oh transitory things ! Yet dwelt... | |
 | 1892 - 688 pàgines
...the admirable lines, written by Andrew Marvell in presence of the dead Cromwell, beginning this : — I saw him dead : a leaden slumber lies, And mortal sleep over those wakeful eyes. RICHARD EDGCUMBB. 2, Reichs Strasee, Dresden. FOLK-LORK (8th S. ii. 305).— I think the method of... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1857 - 420 pàgines
...bright ; Francisco, fair can nothing now but weep, Nor with soft notes shall sing his cares asleep. I saw him dead : a leaden slumber lies, • And mortal...and wan, How much another thing, no more that man 1 O, human glory vain ! O, Death ! O, wings ! 0, worthless world ! O, transitory things 1 Yet dwelt... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1857 - 408 pàgines
...armour bright Francisca fair can nothing now but weep, Nor with soft notes shall sing his cares asleep. I saw him dead: a leaden slumber lies, And mortal...Which through his looks that piercing sweetness shed ; All withered, all discoloured, pale and wan, How much another thing, no more that man ! 0, human... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1857 - 408 pàgines
...armour bright Francisca fair can nothing now but weep, Nor with soft notes shall sing his caves asleep. I saw him dead: a leaden slumber lies, And mortal...fled, Which through his looks that piercing sweetness slied ; That port, which so majestic was and strong, Loose, and deprived of vigour, stretched along... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1861 - 580 pàgines
...bright : Francisca fairs can nothing now but weep, Nor with soft notes shall sing his cares asleep. I saw him dead : a leaden slumber lies, And mortal sleep, over those wakeful eyes : i Is this, then, the true origin of Cowper's verse — " Who fears his Qod, and knows no other fear... | |
 | Henry Morley - 1868 - 282 pàgines
...bright ; Francisca fair can nothing now but weep, Nor with soft notes shall sing his cares asleep. I saw him dead : a leaden slumber lies, And mortal...majestic was and strong, Loose, and deprived of vigour, stretch'd along ; All wither'd, all discolour'd, pale and wan, How much another thing ; no more that... | |
 | 1868 - 690 pàgines
...of his arm, No more shall follow where he spent the days In war or counsel, or in prayer and praise. I saw him dead ; a leaden slumber lies, And mortal...so majestic was and strong, Loose and deprived of vigor stretched along, All withered, all discolored, pale, and wan, How much another thing! no more... | |
 | Henry Morley - 1868 - 284 pàgines
...bright ; Francisca fair can nothing now but weep, Nor with soft notes shall sing his cares asleep. I saw him dead : a leaden slumber lies, And mortal...wakeful eyes ; Those gentle rays under the lids were tled, Which through his looks that piercing sweetness shed ; That port, which so majestic was and strong,... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1870 - 224 pàgines
...armour bright Francisca fair can nothing now but weep, Nor with soft notes shall sing his cares asleep. I saw him dead : a leaden slumber lies, And mortal...and wan, How much another thing, no more that man ! O, human glory vain ! O, Death ! O, wings I O, worthless world ! O, transitory things ! Yet dwelt... | |
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