 | Ralph Griffiths, G. E. Griffiths - 1780 - 612 páginas
...for hark! the fea-gull (bricking foars, The lurid atmofphere portentous low'rs; Night's fullen fpirit groans in ev'ry gale, And o'er the waters draws the...veil, Sighs in thy hair, and chills thy throbbing bread — Go, wretched mourner! — weep thy griefs to reft! Yet, tho' through life is loft each fond... | |
 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1780 - 614 páginas
...Retire,—for hark! the fea-gull Ihrieking foars, The lurid atmofphere portentous low'rs; Night's fullen fpirit groans in ev'ry gale, And o'er the waters draws the...veil, Sighs in thy hair, and chills thy throbbing bread—* Go, wretched mourner!—weep thy griefs to reft! Yet, tho' through life is loft each fond... | |
 | several hands - 1780 - 612 páginas
...hark! the fea-gull ftrieking foars, The lurid atrnofphere portentous low'rs; Night's fullen fpirit groans in ev'ry gale, And o'er the waters draws the darkling veil, 1 Sighs in thy hair, and chills thy throbbing bread — Go, wretched mourr.cr ! — weep thy griefs... | |
 | 1785 - 320 páginas
...hark ! the fea-gul] fbricking foars, The lurid atmofphere portentous low'rs ; Night's fullen fpirit groans in ev'ry gale, And o'er the waters draws the...veil, Sighs in thy hair, and chills thy throbbing brenfl— Go, wretched mourner !—weep thy griefs to reft ! Yet, tho' through life is loft each fond... | |
 | Anna Seward - 1810 - 410 páginas
...Their white foam silvers yonder distant wave, 'Tis not his sails ! — thy Husband comes no more ! His bones now whiten an accursed shore ! — Retire,...wretched Mourner ! — Weep thy griefs to rest ! Yet, though through life is lost each fond delight, Though set thy earthly sun in dreary night, Oh ! raise... | |
 | Anna Seward - 1810 - 404 páginas
...Their white foam silvers yonder distant wave, 'Tis not 'his sails ! — thy Husband comes no more ! His bones now whiten an accursed shore ! — Retire,...chills thy throbbing breast — Go, wretched Mourner 1 — Weep thy griefs to rest ! Yet, though through life is lost each fond delight, Though set thy... | |
 | Alexander Dyce - 1825 - 472 páginas
...sea-gull shrieking soars, The lurid atmosphere portentous lowers ; Night's sullen spirit groans in every gale, And o'er the waters draws the darkling veil,...wretched Mourner ! weep thy griefs to rest ! Yet, tho' thro' life is lost each fond delight, Tho' set thy earthly sun in dreary night, Oh ! raise thy... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1827 - 402 páginas
...Their white foam silvers yonder distant wave, 'Tis not his sails ! — thy husband comes no more ! His bones now whiten an accursed shore ! — Retire,...seagull shrieking soars, The lurid atmosphere portentous lours ; Night's sullen spirit groans in every gale, And o'er the waters draws the darkling veil, Sighs... | |
 | Andrew Kippis - 1832 - 238 páginas
...Their white foam silvers yonder distant wave, 'Tis not his sails ! — thy husband comes no more ! His bones now whiten an accursed shore ! — Retire,...wretched mourner ! — weep thy griefs to rest ! " Yet, though through life is lost each fond delight, Though set thy earthly sun in dreary night, Oh ! raise... | |
 | Andrew Kippis - 1838 - 474 páginas
...seagull shrieking soars, The lurid atmosphere portentous lours ; Night's sullen spirit groans in every gale, And o'er the waters draws the darkling veil,...wretched mourner ! — weep thy griefs to rest ! " Yet, though through life is lost each fond delight, Though set thy earthly sun in dreary night, Oh ! raise... | |
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Tis not his sails ! — thy husband comes no more ! His bones now whiten an accursed shore ! — Retire, — for hark ! the sea-gull shrieking soars. The lurid atmosphere portentous... 
