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" IT was a dismal and a fearful night: Scarce could the Morn drive on th' unwilling light, When sleep, death's image, left my troubled breast By something liker death possessed. "
The Works of Abraham Cowley - Sayfa 48
Abraham Cowley tarafından - 1806
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Select Works of Mr. A. Cowley: In Two Volumes, 1. cilt

Abraham Cowley - 1772 - 264 sayfa
...''. ;•"• My eyes with tears did uncommanded flowy . And on my foul hung the dull weight OF fome intolerable fate. What bell was that ? Ah me ! too much I know. 2. My fweet companion, and my gentle peer, Why haft thou left me thus unkindly here, Thy end for ever,...
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Select Works of Mr. A. Cowley: In Two Volumes: with a Preface and Notes by ...

Abraham Cowley - 1777 - 266 sayfa
...death, poffeft. My eyes with tears did uncommanded flowj And on my foul hung the dull weight Of fome intolerable fate. What bell was that ? Ah me ! too much I know* My fweet companion, and my gentle peer, Why haft thou left me thus unkindly herej Thy end for ever, and...
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The Works of the English Poets: Cowley

Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 384 sayfa
...fate* What bell was that ? ah me 1 too much I know. My fweet companion, and 'my gentle peer, Hvhy haft thou. left me thus unkindly here,. Thy end for ever, and my life, to moan ? O, thou haft left me aH alone ! Thy foul and body, when Death's agony Befieg'd around thy noble heart, Did...
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The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and ..., 7. cilt

English poets - 1790 - 296 sayfa
...death poffeft. My eyes with tears did uncommanded flow, And on my foul hung the dull weight Of fome intolerable fate. What bell was that ? ah me ! too much I know, VOL. VII. K My My fweet companion, and my gentle peer, Why haft thou left me thus unkindly here. Thy...
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The Works of the British Poets, 5. cilt

Robert Anderson - 1795 - 740 sayfa
...death poSelsM : My eyes with tears did uncommanded flow, And on my foul hung the dull weight Of fome intolerable fate. What bell was that ? Ah me ! too much I know. n. My fweet Companion! and my gentle Peer! Why haft thou left me thus unkindly here, Thy end for ever,...
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The Naval Chronicle, 1. cilt

James Stanier Clarke, Stephen Jones, John Jones - 1799 - 640 sayfa
...darkness of night closed the whole in horrid uncertainty : " It was a dismal and a fearful night ; And on my soul hung the dull weight Of some intolerable fate !" COWLCT. Being on deck soon after day-break, on the 6th of November, I observed a different effeft...
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The Shipwreck: A Poem

William Falconer, James Stanier Clarke - 1804 - 292 sayfa
...an autumnal Night closed the whole in horrid uncertainty : " It was a dismal and a fearful Night ; o And on my Soul hung the dull weight Of some intolerable fate!" COWLKY. PAGE 64. 1. I?. But here the doubtfuL Officers dispute— This is particularly mentioned, not...
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Cowley, Denham, Milton

Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 560 sayfa
...hung the dull weight Of some intolerable fate. What bell was that? ah me! too muc-h I know. My swee; companion, and my gentle peer, Why hast thou left...thus- unkindly here, Thy end for ever, and my life, to tnoan? O, thou hast left me all alone ! Thy soul and body, when death's ngony Bcsieg'd around thy noble...
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New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British ..., 4. cilt

New elegant extracts - 1827 - 402 sayfa
...unwilling When sleep, death's image, left my troubled breast, By something liker death possess'd. My eyes with tears did uncommanded flow, And on my soul hung the dull weight i Of some intolerable fate. What bell was that? ah m'e! too much I know. My sweet companion, and my...
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Man of Two Lives: A Narrative Written by Himself

James Boaden - 1829 - 340 sayfa
...unwilling light, When Sleep, death's image, left my troubled breast, By something liker death possest. My eyes with tears did uncommanded flow, And on my soul...fate. What bell was that ?—Ah me ! too much I know. 2. My sweet companion, and my gentle Peere, Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here, Thy end for ever,...
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