 Deep pendent cypress, mourning poles, Loose scarfs to fall athwart thy weeds, Long palls, drawn hearses, covered steeds, And plumes of black that as they tread, Nod o'er the scutcheons of the dead ? Nor can the parted body know, Nor wants the soul these...  The Age of Pope - Pagina 105door John Dennis - 1894 - 258 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Thomas Parnell - 1760 - 268 pagina’s
...palls, drawn herfes, cover'd Heeds, And plumes of black, that as they tread, Mod o'er the ffcutcheons of the dead ? Nor can the parted body know, Nor wants the foul, thefe forms of woe : As men who long in prifon dwell, With lamps that glimmer round the cell,... | |
 | Thomas Parnell - 1767 - 250 pagina’s
...palls, drawn herfes, cover'd fteeds, And plumes of black, that as they tread, Nod o'er the fcutcheons of the dead ? Nor can the parted body know, Nor wants the foul, thefe forms of woe: As men who long in prifon dwell, With lamps that glimmer round the cell,... | |
 | 1770 - 268 pagina’s
...palls, drawn herfes, cover'd tteeds, And plumes of black, that as they tread, Nod o'er the 'fcutcheons of the dead ? Nor can the parted body know, Nor wants the foul, thefe forms of woe : As men who long in prifon dwell, With lamps that glimmer round the cell,... | |
 | John Bell - 1777 - 400 pagina’s
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 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 430 pagina’s
...palls, drawn hearfes, cover'd Aeeds, And plumes of black, that, as they tread. Nod o'er the 'fcutcheons of the dead ? Nor can the parted body know, Nor wants the foul, thefe forms of woe ; As men who long in prifon dwell, With lamps that glimmer round the cell,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1785 - 568 pagina’s
...palls, drawn herfes, cover'd fteeds, And plumes of black, that as they tread, Nod o'er the 'fcutcheons of the dead ? Nor can the parted body know, Nor wants the foul, thefe forms of woe : As men who long in prifon dwell, With lamps that glimmer round the cell,... | |
 | John Wesley - 1788 - 716 pagina’s
...Deep pendant cyprefs, mourning poles, And plumes of black, that as they tread, Nod o'er the fcutcheons of the dead! Nor can the parted body know, Nor wants the foul, thefe forms of woe: As men who long in prifon dwell, With lamps that glimmer round the cell,... | |
 | 1800 - 322 pagina’s
...state of ease, . Prom the rough rage of swelling seas. Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep pendant cypress, mourning poles, Loose scarfs to fall athwart thy weeds, Long palls, drawn hearses, cover'd steeds,' And plumes of black, that, as they tread, 1 Nod o'er th' escutcheons of the dead?... | |
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