| George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1604 páginas
...author of his fate I 55 Prophetess. In Hoder's hand the hero's doom ; His brother sends him to the tomb. fragile blade of grass, That springeth in the morn And Odin. Prophetess, my spell obey: 60 Once again arise, and say Who th ' avenger of his guilt ; By whom... | |
| Thomas Gray, Samuel Johnson, Oliver Goldsmith - 1926 - 206 páginas
...see the sun's departing beam ; Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the fun'ral pile. 70 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... | |
| Van Wyck Brooks - 1927 - 268 páginas
...and the aged, that men in middle life had too much else to think of. And then he gave such a look — "Now my weary lips I close, Leave me, leave me to repose." But Horace Greeley, of course, was the great New Yorker. He was always following somebody, and everyone... | |
| María Edgeworth - 2006 - 442 páginas
...expiring groan. my reply to each interrogative of her ladyship's, to answer with Oden'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,... | |
| María Edgeworth - 2006 - 426 páginas
...at the close of my reply to each interrogative of her ladyship's, to answer with Oden'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,... | |
| 1814 - 544 páginas
...passage which strikingly shows how different an air the same ideas can assume when animated by the tire of Gray, and damped by the flatness of Addison. '...weary lips I close, Leave me, leave me to repose.' — Masons Ed. p. 52. Quid, oro, me post Lethaea pocula, jam Stygiis paludibus innatantem, ad momentariae... | |
| Catherine Ann Ware Warfield - 1875 - 572 páginas
...unintentionally I know, dear, but I am better alone, I believe. Come back when I am relieved. I must be stilL" " Now my weary lips I close, Leave me — leave me to repose," murmured Mattie, as she turned away from the bed. " Here endeth the descent of Odin." At twilight,... | |
| 320 páginas
...see the sun's departing beam, Till he on ffoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the fun'ral pile. 70 Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me to repose. O. Yet awhile my call obey; Prophetess, awake, and say, What Virgins these, in speechless woe, That... | |
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