 | English poetry - 1800 - 322 pages
...they dread my stings. Fools! if you less provok'd your fears, No more my spectre-form appears. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass...rage of swelling seas. Why then thy flowing sable stoics, Deep pendant cypress, mourning poles, Loose scarfs to fall athwart thy weeds, Long palls, drawn... | |
 | Chaplet - 1805 - 238 pages
...! If you less provote your fears, No more my -spectre torm appears. Death's hut a path that must he trod. If man would ever pass to God : A port of calms, a state to ease From the rough rage of swelling seas. Why then thy flowing sahle stoles, D,eep pendant cypress,... | |
 | Poetry - 1806 - 330 pages
...dread my stings. Fools ! if you less provok'd your fears, No more my spectre-form appears. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to GOD : 136 A port of calms, a state of ease, From the rough rage of swelling seas. Why then thy flowing... | |
 | British poets - English poetry - 1809 - 512 pages
...dread my stings. Fools ! if you less provok'd your fears, No more my spectre form appears. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass...to God : A port of calms, a state of ease From the rongh rage of swelling seas. * * Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep pendent cypress, mourning... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1810 - 620 pages
...draw, my strings. Fools ! if you less provok'd your fears, No more my spectre-form appears. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God: A port of calms, a state to ease From the rough rage of swelling seas." Why then thy flowing sable stoles, • Deep pendant... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810 - 620 pages
...strings. Fools ! if you less provnk'd your fears, No more my spectri -t'urm appears. • Death's hut a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God : A port of calms, a state to ease From the rough rage of swelling sens." Why then thy flowing sable stoles, I)eep pendant cypress,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810 - 664 pages
...my strings* Fools! if you less provokVl your fears, No more my spectre-form appears. Death's but ;i path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God: A port of calms, a state to ease From the rough rage of swelling seas." Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep pendant cypress,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810 - 612 pages
...draw, my strings, Fools ! if you less provok'd your fears, No more my spectre-form appears. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God : A port of ealms, a state to ease From the rough rage of swelling seas." Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810 - 664 pages
...Fools ! if you less provok'd your fears, Nu more my spectre-form appears. Death's but a path that mnst be trod, If man would ever pass to God: A port of calms, a state to ease Frinri the rough rage of swelling seas." ЛУпу then thy flowing sahle stules, Deep pendant... | |
 | John Young - 1810 - 266 pages
...Parnell's thought, with less conceit, has in it more of interest, and much more of piety. " Death's but a path that must be trod, " If man would ever pass to God." In a series of stanzas that follow, the author sets himself to expostulate with the proud ; and undertakes... | |
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Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God : A port of calms, a state of ease From the rough rage of swelling seas. 
