 | Margaret Lynn - 1907 - 508 páginas
...kept; 140 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 though you may mistake a year, 145 Though your prognostics run too fast, They must be verified at last. Behold the fatal day arrive... | |
 | Margaret Lynn - 1907 - 506 páginas
...kept;. 140 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 though you may mistake a year, 145 Though your prognostics run too fast, They must be verified at last. Behold the fatal day arrive... | |
 | William Stanley Braithwaite - 1909 - 864 páginas
...kept; What gave me ease, and how 1 slept ? And more lament when I was dead, Than all the snivellers round my bed. My good companions, never fear: For...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... | |
 | Jonathan Swift - 1910 - 4 páginas
...kept; What gave me ease, and how I slept? And more lament when I was dead, Than all the sniv'llers round my bed. My good companions, never fear; For...///Though your prognostics run too fast, They must be verify'd at last. Behold the fatal day arrive ! " How is the Dean? "— " He 's just alive." Now the... | |
 | Ernest Rhys - 1913 - 374 páginas
...death, his wit, crossed by his personal emotion, arrived at a music which is like song in strings — ' Behold the fatal day arrive ! How 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... | |
 | Herbert Charles O'Neill - 1919 - 455 páginas
...the Treasurer ; the rest of the great officers are much upon a par." From Verses on His Own Death " Behold the fatal day arrive ! How 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... | |
 | Jonathan Swift - 1924 - 448 páginas
...kept; What gave me ease, and how I slept? And more lament when I was dead, Than all the sniv'llers round my bed. My good companions, never fear; For...Though your prognostics run too fast, They must be verify'd at last. Behold the fatal day arrive! "How is the Dean?"—"He's just alive." Now the departing... | |
 | Kathleen Winifred Campbell - 1926 - 212 páginas
...fear ; For though you may mistake a Year, Though your Prognosticks run too fast, They must be verify'd at last. Behold the fatal Day arrive ! " How is the...hardly breathes "— " The Dean is dead." Before the Passing Bell begun, The News thro' half the Town has run. " O ! may we all for Death prepare ! What... | |
 | Kathleen Winifred Campbell - 1926 - 212 páginas
...Proceed we therefore to our Poem. The Time is not remote, when I Must by the Course of Nature dye ; My good Companions, never fear ; For though you may mistake a Year, Though your Prognosticks run too fast, They must be verify'd at last. Behold the fatal Day arrive ! " How is 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? 
