 | Michael Bruce - 1770 - 144 pages
...where my DAFHNIS lies. XXIH. There let me fleep forgotten in the clay, "When death fhall fhut thefe weary aching eyes, Reft in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night's gone, and the lail morn arife, FINI S. ,, t ... | |
 | Literature - 1781 - 316 pages
...where my DAPHNIs Lies. There' There let me fleep forgotten in the clay, When Death (hall fhut thefe weary aching eyes, Reft in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the Jaft mornarife. END OF THE FIRST VOLUME. . ... | |
 | Several Hands - 1781 - 588 pages
...lies. There let me fleep forgotten in the clay, When Death (hall II, ut thefe weary aching eyes, JUft in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the hit room arife.'_ . IV. Some Obftrvationi relative to the JnfluHtci ef Climatt CH Vegttabli and Animal... | |
 | 1791 - 822 pages
...wifdom where my DAPHNIS lies. There let me fleep, forgotten, in the clay, When death ihall ihut thefe weary aching eyes, Reft in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the laft morn arife. The DYING PROSTITUTE.— Л* ELEGY. WEEP o'er the mis'rics of a wretched maid, Who... | |
 | 1795 - 1334 pages
...a world btji,:: • grave. There let me fleep, forgotten in the clay, When death dial! fliut thefe weary aching eyes ; Reft in the hopes of an eternal...and the lad morn arife. His ludicrous pieces, the Movftad, and Anacrenntic to a Waff, evince the ven'atility of his JTE:I They are not veid of humour... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - English poetry - 1796 - 476 pages
...lies. There let me deep, forgotten, in the clay, When Death (hallihut thefc weary aching eyes, left in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the laft mon arifc. § 140. Sonnet to 7W//J h f. Miss WILLIAMS. ГЕЕК Twilight ! hafle to (hroud the... | |
 | British essayists - 1802 - 216 pages
...lies. There let me sleep, forgotten, in the clay. When death shall shut these weary aching eyes, Rest in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the last morn arise. END OF VOL. XXIV. Printed by A. Strahan, Primers-Urea, London. ... | |
 | English literature - 1803 - 308 pages
...lies. I There let me sleep, forgotten in the clay, When death shall shut these weary aching eyes, Rest in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the last morn arise. P No. XXXVII. TUESDAY, JUNE 1. -Credula vitam Spes fovet, et melius eras fore semper... | |
 | Chaplet - 1805 - 238 pages
...Daphnis Hoy There let me sleep> forgotten, in the clay» When death shall »hut these weary, eyes, Rest in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the last morn arise. ON A LADY DYING OF A CONSUMPTION. View yon pale 6ower surcharg'd with dew, That bends... | |
 | Robert Southey - English poetry - 1807 - 472 pages
...lies. There let me sleep forgotten in the clay, "When death shall shut these weary aching eyes, Rest in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the last morn arise. LEONARD HOWARD. 1767. Doctor Howard was Rector of St. George's Southwark, and Chaplain... | |
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There let me sleep forgotten in the clay, When Death shall shut these weary aching eyes, — Rest in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the last morn arise. 
