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" And shed a sweet perfume. Here I put off the chains of death My soul too long has worn : Friends, I forbid one groaning breath, Or tear to wet my urn ; Raphael, behold me all... "
Bell's Edition - 128. oldal
szerző: John Bell - 1782
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Horæ Lyricæ: Poems, Chiefly of the Lyric Kind, in Three Books. ... By I ...

Isaac Watts - 1743 - 356 oldal
...my Bed ; And fhed a cheap Perfume. Here I put off the Chains of Death, My Soul too long has worn : Friends, I forbid one groaning Breath, Or Tear to...purfue thee, flaming Guide, on Pinions of my own. Cafimiri Epigramma 100. In Sanftum Ardalionem qui ex Mimo Chriftianus fadus Martyrium paflus eft. AR...

Horæ Lyricæ: Poems, Chiefly of the Lyric Kind, in Three Books, Sacred : I ...

Isaac Watts - 1753 - 360 oldal
...my Bed ; Ani Ihed a cheap Perfume. Here I put off the Chains ef Death, My Soul too long has worn : Friends, I forbid one groaning Breath, Or Tear to...Urn ; Raphael, behold me all undreft, Here gently fay this Flefh to reft ; Then mount, ana lead the Path unknown, Swift I purfue thee, flaming Guide,...

The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., 45. kötet

Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 424 oldal
...drefs my bed; And fhed a fweet perfume. Here I put off the chains of death, My foul too long hai worn i Friends, I forbid one groaning breath, Or tear to...path unknown, Swift I purfue thee, flaming guide, on ijiniout of toy own. The HUNDREDTH EricftAJi of On Saint Ardalio, who from a Stage-Player became a...

The Works of the English Poets: Watts

Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 400 oldal
...bed ; And fl:ed a fweet perfume. Here Here I put off the chains of death, My foul too long has worn : Friends, I forbid one groaning breath, Or tear to...reft ; Then mount, and lead the path unknown, Swift Ipurfue thee, flaming guide, on pinions of my own. The HUNDREDTH EPIGRAM of CAssIMIRE. On Saint Ardalio,...

The Works of the English Poets: Watts

Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 426 oldal
...bed ; And (hed a fweet perfume. Here Here I put off the chains of death, My foul too long has worn i Friends, I forbid one groaning breath, Or tear to...Raphael, behold me all undreft, Here gently lay this fle(h to reft ; Then mount, and lead the path unknown, Swift I purfue thee, flaming guide, on pinions...

The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., 9. kötet

Robert Anderson - 1795 - 972 oldal
...perfume. Here 1 put off the chains of death, My foul too long has worn : Friends, I forbid one gro;:n:ng breath, Or tear to wet my urn ; Raphael, behold me...purfue thee, flaming guide, on pinions of my own. • Flit HtrH, LH. I. Qi. 3. TB* HUNDREDTH EPIGRAM OFCASIMIRI. On Saint AnDALIO, tuba from a Stagc-PIajtr...

Horæ Lyricæ: Poems, Chiefly of the Lyric Kind in Three Books : Sacred, I ...

Isaac Watts - 1802 - 306 oldal
...my bed 5 . And shed a cheap perfume. Here I put oif the chains of death, My soul too long has worn: Friends, I forbid one groaning breath, Or tear to wet my urn ; Raphael, behold me all undrest, Here gently lay this flesh to rest, Then mount, *nd lead the path unknown, Swift 1 pursue...

The Poetical Works of Isaac Watts ...: Collated with the Best ..., 1-2. kötet

Isaac Watts - 1807 - 410 oldal
...lilies dress my bed ; Here I put off the chains of death My soul too Ion:; has worn : Friends, I forhid one groaning breath, Or tear to wet my urn ; Raphael, behold me all nndress'd, Here gently lay this flesh to rest ; Then mount, and lead the path unknown, Swift I pursue...

Watts, A. Philips, West, Collins, Dyer, Shenstone, Young

Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 554 oldal
...perfume. f Vide Horat. lib. i. od. 3. Here I put off the chains of Dt ath My soul too long has worn : Friends, I forbid one groaning breath, Or tear to wet my urn. Raphael, behold me all undrest, Here gently lay this flesh to rest ; Then mount, and lead the path unknown, Swift I pursue...

The Works of the Rev. Isaac Watts D.D. in Nine Volumes, 9. kötet

Isaac Watts - 1813 - 574 oldal
...my bed; And shtid a cheap perfume. Here 1 put off the chains of death, My soul too long has worn : Friends, I forbid one groaning breath, Or tear to wet my urn j Raphael, behold mcallundrest, Here gently lay this Hesh to rest; Then mount, and lead the path un*...




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