 | Jonathan Swift - 1784 - 398 páginas
...; What gave me eafe, and how I flept ? -140 And more lament when I was dead, Than all the fnivelers round my bed. My good companions, never fear ; For though you may miftake a year, Though your prognoftics run too faft, 145 They muft be verify 'd at laft, K 4' Behold... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 326 páginas
...kept ; What gave me eafe, and how I flept? 140 And more lament when I was dead, Than all the fnivelers round my bed. My good companions, never fear; For, though you may miftake a year, Though your prognoftics run too faft, 14,5 They muft be verify'd at laft. Behold the... | |
 | James Roach - 1794 - 268 páginas
...kept : What gave me eafe, and how I flept ! ; And more lament when I was dead, Than all the Jaivcllers round my bed. My good companions never fear ; For though you may millake a year, Though yout^prognoftics run too faft, They mufl be verified at Ia2. Behold the fatal... | |
 | 1794 - 954 páginas
...kept ; What gave me cafe, and how Ï flcpt ? And more lament when I was dead, Than all the Ihivelers round my bed. My good companions, never fear; For, though you may miftake a year, Though your progioiHcs run too fall. They muft be verify'd at laft. Behold the fatal... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 972 páginas
...kept ; What gave me eafe, and how I flept ? And more lament when I was (load, Than all the fnivelers round my bed. My good companions, never fear ; For, though you may miflake a year. Though your prognoftics rim too faft, They muft be venfy'd at laft. Behold the fatal... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 516 páginas
...kept ; What gave me cafe, and how I flept ? And more lament when 1 was dead, Than all the fnivellers round my bed. My good companions, never fear ; For, though you may millAc a year, Though your prognostics run too faft, UJ They mud be verify'd at laft. Behold the fatal... | |
 | Jonathan Swift - 1803 - 386 páginas
...bed. My good companions, never fear : i . For though you may mistake a year, Though your progndsticks run too fast, They must be verified at last. Behold...Dean ?"— - " He's just alive." Now the departing prayer is read ; " He hardly breathes"—" The Dean is dead." Before the passing bell begun, The news... | |
 | Jonathan Swift - 1808 - 558 páginas
...kept ; What gave me ease and how I slept ? And more lament when I was dead, Than all the snivellers round my bed. My good companions, never fear ; For...hardly breathes" — " The dean is dead. Before the passing bell begun, The news through half the town is run. " O ! may we all for death prepare ! What... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 páginas
...kept. What gave me ease, and how I slept ? And more lament when I was dead Than all the snivellers round my bed. My good companions ' never fear, For...is the Dean ?' 'He's just alive.' Now the departing prayer is read ; He hardly breathes— The Dean is dead. Before the passing-bell begun, The news through... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 562 páginas
...What gave me case, and how I slept ? And more lament when I was dead, Than all the snivelers round ray bed. My good companions, never fear; For, though you...Though your prognostics run too fast, They must be vcrify'd at last. Behold the fatal day arrive ! " How is the dean !" — " He 's just alive." Now the... | |
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Now the departing prayer is read: He hardly breathes. The Dean is dead. Before the passing-bell begun, The news through half the town has run. O, may we all for Death prepare! What has he left? And who's his heir? 
