 The busy day, the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided by; His frame was firm — his powers were bright, Though now his eightieth year was nigh. Then with no fiery throbbing pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain,...  The British Magazine and Review: Or, Universaal Miscellany of Arts, Sciences ... - 137. oldal1783Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | David Nichol Smith - 1926 - 744 oldal
...pause, nor left a void; And sure the Eternal Master found The single talent well employ'd. The busy day, the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided by; His frame was firm, his powers were bright, Tho' now his eightieth year was nigh. Then with no fiery throbbing pain, No cold gradations of decay,... | |
 | Sir John Collings Squire - 1927 - 496 oldal
...pause, nor left a void ; And sure th' Eternal Master found The single talent well employ 'd. The busy day, the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided by; His frame was firm, his powers were bright, Tho' now his eightieth year was nigh. Then with no throbbing fiery pain, No cold gradations of decay,... | |
 | Kevin Hart - 1999 - 254 oldal
...pause, nor left a void; And sure th'Eternal Master found The single talent well employ'd. The busy day, the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided by: His frame was firm, his powers were bright, Tho' now his eightieth year was nigh. (Yale, v1, 314-15) Nine times out of ten people are curious about... | |
 | Robert Atwan, Laurance Wieder - 2000 - 514 oldal
...pause, nor left a void; And sure th' Eternal Master found The single talent well employed. The busy day, the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided by; His frame was firm, his powers were bright, Then with no throbbing fiery pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain,... | |
 | Sarah Jordan - 2003 - 308 oldal
...pause, nor left a void; And sure th' Eternal Master found The single talent well employ'd. The busy day, the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided by; His frame was firm, his powers were bright, Tho' now his eightieth year -was nigh. Then with no throbbing fiery pain, No cold gradations of delay,... | |
 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 778 oldal
...house, nor left a void; And sure the Eternal Master found The single talent well employed. The busy day, the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided...Though now his eightieth year was nigh, Then with no fiery throbbing pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his... | |
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