 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 oldal
...Author of his fate ? PROPHETESS. In Hoder's hand the Hero's doom; His brother sends him to the tomb. Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me to repose. ODIN. Prophetess, my spell obey, Once again arise, and say, Who th" Avenger of his guilt, By whom shall... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 oldal
...Author of his fate? PROPHETESS. In Hoder's hand the Hero's doom; His brother sends him to the tomb. Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose. ODIN. Prophetess, my spell obey, Once again arise, and say, Who th' Avenger of his guilt, By whom shall... | |
 | Matthew Gregory Lewis - 1801 - 266 oldal
...author of his fate ? PROPHETESS. In Hoder's hand the Hero's doom ; His brother sends him to the tomb. Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me to repose. ODIN. Prophetess, my spell obey, Once again arise, and say, Who th' Avenger of his guilt, By whom shall... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1804 - 224 oldal
...Author of his fate ? PROPHETESS. In Hoder's hand the Hero's doom ; His brother sends him to the tomb. Now my weary lips I close • Leave me, leave me to repose. ODIN. Prophetess, my spell obey, Once again arise, and say, Who th' Avenger of his guilt, By whom shall... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 oldal
...the author of his fate? Proph. In Hoder's hand the hero's doom; His brother sends him to the tomb, Now my weary lips I close; Leave me, leave me to repose. Odin. Prophetess! my spell obey; Once again arise, and say, Who th' avenger of his guilt, By whom shall... | |
 | James Beattie, James Hay Beattie - 1807 - 212 oldal
...unknown, An honest man's and woman's son ; By hunger, thirst, and sickness undone, And bound to Redriff' first, then London. But whose is that mug, pray? and...say, If in this ship a poor starved sinner May sup ; to day I had no dinner. MATE. Sure, when you were on deck, Sir, you heard Our cook a-scraping pots... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 oldal
...Who the Author of hi* fate. Pr. In Hoder's hand the Hero's doom : His brother sends him to the tomb. Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me to repose. O. Prophetess, my spell obey, Once again arise, and say, Who th' Avenger of his guilt, By whom shall... | |
 | 1808 - 436 oldal
...adorned with brass, PROPHETESS. In Holder's hand the hero's doom : His brother sends him to the tomb. Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me to repose. ODIN. O prophetess, my call obey ! Once again arise, and say, Who th' avenger of his guilt, By whom... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1809 - 442 oldal
...the close of my reply to each interrogative of her ladyship's, to answer with Odin's prophetess, " Now my weary lips I close ; " Leave me, leave me to repose." This she never did till we parted; and at that moment, I believe, my satisfaction appeared so visible,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 622 oldal
...Nor see the Sun's departing beam : Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the funeral pile. Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me, to repose. O. Yet a while my call obey, Prophetess, awake, and say, What virgins these, in speechless woe, That... | |
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Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose. 
