 Fair laughs the morn and soft the zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm, Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway...  The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray - Página 46por Thomas Gray - 1851 - 223 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1846 - 436 páginas
...children, and even robbed in his last moments by his courtiera. Nli THE BARD. Is the sable warrior l fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in the noontide beam were borne, Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1847 - 276 páginas
...2. Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable Warrior...Dead. The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising Morn. Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While proudly riding... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1847 - 488 páginas
...his obsequies. Which is followed by that striking question, — Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy sou is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. The Bard, strophe 2. I have sometimes wondered that Pope did not... | |
 | John Heneage Jesse - 1847 - 478 páginas
...his last. He expired, on the 8th of June 1376, in the " Great Chamber," and was buried at Canterbury. Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone : he rests among the dead. The King survived the melancholy event only twelvemonths. He died on the 21st of June 1377, at the Palace... | |
 | English poetry - 1848 - 468 páginas
...! || No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable Warrior fled ?lf Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising Morn. * The shores of Caernarvonshire, opposite to the Isle of Anglesey.... | |
 | Frederick Charles Cook - 1849 - 144 páginas
...mighty lord, No pitying heart, no eye afford A tear to grace his obsequies! Is the sable warrior 5 fled ? Thy son is gone; he rests among the dead. The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born ? Fair laughs the morn 6 , and soft the zephyr blows, Gone to salute the rising morn : While proudly... | |
 | James Augustus Hessey - 1849 - 216 páginas
...he lies 5 ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior 6 fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in the noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising Morn. Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 páginas
..." ' Mighty victor, mighty lord,' Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior...dead. The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn,8 and soft the zephyr blows, While, proudly... | |
 | A. Cunningham - 1850 - 200 páginas
...! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies ! Is the sable warrior fled ? The son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm that in thy noon- tide beam were born,1 Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 páginas
...on his funeral couch he lie*» ! No pitying heart, no eye afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Ts the dusky veil Into a substance glorious as her own, bom! Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn,8 and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly... | |
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