 By him lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of Death, Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corpse, save yielding forth a breath : Small keep took he, whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but, as a living...  The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays - Pàgina 51per Sir Egerton Brydges - 1813Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Thomas Warton - 1781 - 620 pàgines
...lay heavy SLEEP, the coufin of Death, Flat on the ground, and ftill as any ftone, A very corpfe, fave yielding forth a breath ; Small keep took he, whom fortune frowned on, Or whom me lifted up into the throne Of high renown, but, as a living death, So, dead alive, of life he drew... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1809 - 914 pàgines
...girded with a belt." Sir J. Haringlon. " The same. " By Care lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of death, That on the ground, and still as any stone; A very corpse,...breath. Small keep took he, whom Fortune frowned on. On whom the lilted up into the throne Of high renown ; but as a living deaih, So dead alive, of life... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1815 - 600 pàgines
...made of felt; His garments short, and girded with a belt." Sir J. Harington. " The same. " By Care lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of death, • Flat on...breath. Small keep took he, whom Fortune frowned on, On whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but as a living death, So dead alive, of life... | |
 | Joseph Haslewood - 1815 - 558 pàgines
...ceasseth hee no while, But bath his candels to prolong his toyle/* 41. By him lay heauy Sleepe, the' cosin of Death, Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corps, saue yelding forth a breath : Smale kepe tooke hee, whome fortune frowned on, Or whom shee lifted... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 432 pàgines
...even peeping in our eyes, When he is up and to his work yrun ; And let the night's black misty mantles rise, And with foul dark never so much disguise '...Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corps, save yielding forth a breath ; Small keep took he whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 420 pàgines
...disguise The fair bright day, yet ceaseth he no while, But hath his candles to prolong his toil. 1 By him lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of Death, Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corps, save yielding forth a breath ; Small keep took he whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted... | |
 | Rowland Freeman - 1821 - 846 pàgines
...bright day, yet ceaseth he no while, But hath his candles to prolong his toil. By him lay heavy Sleep, cousin of Death, Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corps, save yielding forth a breath. — Small keep * took he whom fortune frowned on, Or whom she... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 380 pàgines
...an idea of the merit of this old poem, which was published in 1563. " By him lay heauie Sleepe cosiu of Death Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corps, saue yeelding forth a breath. Small keepe tooke be whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 374 pàgines
...an idea of the merit of this old poem, which was published in 1563. " By him lay heauie Sleepe cosin of Death Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corps, saue yeelding forth a breath. Small keepe tooke he whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted... | |
 | Thomas Warton - 1824 - 504 pàgines
...e'en peeping in our eyes, But he is up, and to his work yrun ; But let the night's black misty mantles rise, And with foul dark never so much disguise The...he, whom fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown, but, as a living death, So dead alive, of life he drew the breath :... | |
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