 Oh, cease not yet to beat, thou vital urn ! Wait, gushing life, oh, wait my love's return ! Hoarse barks the wolf, the vulture screams from far ! — The angel, Pity, shuns the walks of war ! — Oh, spare, ye war-hounds, spare their tender age ! —...  The Botanic Garden: A Poem, in Two Parts ; Containing the Economy of ... - Page 126by Erasmus Darwin - 1825 - 203 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Enfield - Elocution - 1805 - 456 pages
...rage!" Then wiih weak arms her weeping babes carefs'd, And fighing, hid them in her blood-ftain'd veft. From tent to tent the impatient warrior flies, Fear in his heart, and frenzy in his eyes; ^ E'iza's name along the camp he calls, Eliza echoes through the canvafs walls; Qui. k through the... | |
 | Erasmus Darwin - Botany - 1805 - 224 pages
...from far! The angel, pity, shuns the walks of war ! Oh, spare, ye war-hounds, spare their tender age I On me, on me," she cried, " exhaust your rage !" Then with weak arms her weeping babes carest, And sighing, hid them in her blood-stain'd vest. From tent to tent the impatient warrior flies,... | |
 | Erasmus Darwin - Botany - 1806 - 336 pages
...300 Then with weak arms her weeping babes carefs'd, And, fighing, hid them in her blood-ftain'd veft. From tent to tent the impatient warrior flies, Fear...in his eyes ; Eliza's name along the camp he calls, Eli?a echoes through the canvas walls ; Quick through the murmuring gloom his footfteps tread, O'er... | |
 | William Enfield - Elocution - 1808 - 434 pages
...The angel, Pity, shuns the walks of war !— " Oh, spare ye war-hounds, spare their tender age ! " On me, on me," she cried, "exhaust your rage ! — Then with weak arms her weeping babes caress'df And sighing hid them in her blood-stain'd vest,.. From teftt to tent the impatient warrior... | |
 | Edmund Burke - History - 1821 - 888 pages
...On me, on me,1' she cry'd, " exhaust your rage !" — Then with weak arms her weeping babes caiest, And, sighing, hid them in her blood-stain'd vest. From tent to tent th' impatitnt warrior flies, Fear in his heart, and frenzy in hii eyes; Eliza's name along the camp... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 pages
...angel, pity, shuns the walks of war !— '• " Oh spare, ye war hounds, spare their tender age ! — " On me, on me," she cried, " exhaust your rage!" Then...along the camp he calls, Eliza echoes through the canvass walls; 'Quick through the murm'ring gloom his footsteps treau O'er groaning he.-ips, the dying... | |
 | William Enfield - Elocution - 1827 - 412 pages
...angel, pity, shuns the walks-of war ! — ' Oh spare, ye war hounds, spare their tender age ! — " On me, on me," she cried, " exhaust your rage!" Then...along the camp he calls, Eliza echoes through the canvass walls ; Quick through the murm'ring gloom his footsteps tread,. O'er groaning heaps, the dying... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - Elocution - 1833 - 312 pages
...tread O'er groaning heaps, the dying and the dead, Vault o'er the plain, and, in the tangled wood,— From tent to tent the impatient warrior flies, (Fear in his heart, and frenzy in his eyes:) 40 Lo! dead Eliza, weltering in her blood! 45 Poor weeping babe, with bloody fingers pressed, And tried,... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - Elocution - 1836 - 534 pages
...from far ! The angel, pity, shuns the walks of war ! Oh, spare ye war-hounds, spare their tender age, On me, on me," she cried, " exhaust your rage !" Then with weak arms her weeping babes caressed, And sighing, hid them in her blood-stained vest. From tent to tent the impatient warrior... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1837 - 438 pages
...The angel, Pity, shuns the walks of war ! — Oh, spare, ye war-hounds, spare their tender age ! — On me, on me," she cried, " exhaust your rage !" —...along the camp he calls, Eliza echoes through the canvass walls ; Quick through the murmuring gloom his footsteps tread, O'er groaning heaps, the dying... | |
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