 | Samuel Cooper Thacher, David Phineas Adams, William Emerson - 1807 - 788 pagina’s
...Methinks the dust yet heaves with breath ; I feel the pulses beat .' O in this little liill of death, Mow many mortals meet ! By wafting winds, and flooding...earth, and sky, Collected here, the frail remains df slumbering millions lie. O that the Muse's eye might trace Each atom's former state, Or pierce the... | |
 | John Aikin - 1807 - 696 pagina’s
...hillock's crumbling mould, Once the warm life-blood ran : — Man ! thy own ruins here behold ! Behold l/iy ruins, Man ! Methinks the dust yet heaves with breath...Spirit's hiding place, To scan its future fate ! Ah Ah mie ! — the light of heaven decays, And thro1 the closing night, The visions of departed days... | |
 | David Phineas Adams, William Emerson, Samuel Cooper Thacher - 1807 - 786 pagina’s
...this hillock's crumbling mould, Once the warm life-blood ran : — Man ! thy own ruins here behold! Behold thy ruins, Man ! Methinks the dust yet heaves...Collected here, the frail remains Of slumbering millions lie1. О that the Muse's eye might trace Each atom's former state, Or pierce the Spirit's hiding place,... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1810 - 218 pagina’s
...! Methinks this dust yet heaves with breath; Ten thousand pulses beat ; Tell me, — in this small hill of death, How many mortals meet ? By wafting...here, the frail remains Of slumbering millions lie. What scene of terror and amaze Breaks through the twilight gloom ? What hand invisible displays The... | |
 | 1810 - 590 pagina’s
...beat ; Tell me,— in this small hill of death, ••• . •. How many mortals metf ?; ' By wasting winds and flooding rains, From ocean, earth, and sky,...here, the frail remains Of slumbering millions lie.' pp. 131, 132. This sublime supposition,-— which, as it is possible, is sufficiently probable for... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 pagina’s
...! Methinks this dust yet heaves with breath ; Ten thousand pulses beat ; Tell me, — in this small hill of death, How many mortals meet ? By wafting...here, the frail remains Of slumbering millions lie. What scene of terror and amaze Breaks through the twilight gloom • What hand invisible displays The... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1821 - 294 pagina’s
...Alethinks this dust yet heaves with breath -. Ten thousand pulses beat ; Tell me, — in this small hill of death, How many mortals meet ? By wafting...here, the frail remains .Of slumbering millions lie. What scene of terror and amaze Breaks through the twijight gloom ? What hand invisible displays The... | |
 | John Aikin - 1807 - 706 pagina’s
...with breath j I feel the pulses beat : ? O in this little hill of death, { How many mortals meet ! t By wafting winds, and flooding rains, ' From ocean,...trace Each atom's former state, Or pierce the Spirit's hiding-PUc«, T»«can its future fate! 4* Ah me '.—the light of heaven decays, And thro' the closing... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1823 - 180 pagina’s
...; Ten thousand pulses beat ; Tell me, — in this small hill of death, How many mortals meet ? c; 6 By wafting winds and flooding rains, From ocean, earth...here, the frail remains Of slumbering millions lie. What scene of terror and amaze Breaks through the twilight gloom ? What hand invisible displays The... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pagina’s
...Man ! Methinks this dust yet heaves with bratl Ten thousand pulses beat ; Tell me, — in this small hill of death, How many mortals meet? By wafting winds...here, the frail remains Of slumbering millions lie. What scene of terror and amaze Breaks through the twilight-gloom? What hand invisible displays The... | |
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Through all this hillock's crumbling mould Once the warm life-blood ran; Here thine original behold, And here thy ruins, Man! Methinks this dust yet heaves with breath: Ten thousand pulses beat ; Tell me, — in this small hill of death, How many mortals... 
