 | Edmund Burke - 1774 - 606 pagina’s
...Why in thy womb Then, cruel Earth, did we not meet our doom ? Now die fourth morning rofe : my eldeft child Fell at his father's feet ; in accent wild,...pain, with his laft fleeting breath, " Help me, my Sire," he cried, and funk in death. 1 faw the others follow one by one, Heard their iaft fcream, and... | |
 | 1785 - 552 pagina’s
...from the tranflation of this Poem, by the Earl of Carlifle. Now the fourth morning rofe ; my eldeft child Fell at his father's feet, in accent wild, Struggling...Heard their laft fcream, and their expiring groan. by a young phyfician from Geneva, that, when he .was a ftudent at Montpelier, he fafted three nights... | |
 | John Almon - 1786 - 528 pagina’s
...womb' Then cruel e^rth, did we not meet our doom ? Now the fourth morning rofe ;. my eldeft childFell at his father's feet ; in accent wild, Struggling...arofe the laft concluding- day : As o'er each corfe I grop'd.my ftumbling way, I calL'd my boys, though now they were no more,Yet ftill I call'd, till, fmking... | |
 | 1793 - 602 pagina’s
...in thy womb Then, cruel Earth, did we not meet our doom í Now the fourth morning rofe : my eldeil child Fell at his father's feet; in accent wild. Struggling...pain, with his laft fleeting breath, " Help me, my Sire," he cried, and funk in death. I fiw the others follow one by one, Heard their laft fcream, and... | |
 | 1796 - 446 pagina’s
...the fourth morning rofc ; the youngeft child fell at his father's feet, in accent wild, ftruggling with pain, with' his laft fleeting breath, " Help me, my fire" he cried, and funk in death. He faw the others follow one by one — Heard their laft fcrcaro,— and their expiring groan. In our... | |
 | 1803 - 598 pagina’s
...Why in thy womb Then, cruel Earth, did we not meet our doom ? Now the fourth morning rose : my eldest child Fell at his father's feet ; in accent wild, Struggling with pain, with his last fleeting breath, " Help me, my Sire," he cried, and sunk in death. I saw the others follow one... | |
 | Frederick Howard Carlisle - 1807 - 184 pagina’s
...in thy womb, Then, cruel earth, did we not meet our doom ? Now, the fourth morning rose ; my eldest child Fell at his father's feet ; in accent wild, Struggling with pain, with his last fleeting breath, " Help me, my sire," he cried, and sunk in death. I saw the others follow, one... | |
 | Paget Jackson Toynbee - 1909 - 784 pagina’s
...Why in thy womb Then, cruel Earth, did we not meet our doom ? Now the fourth morning rose ; my eldest child Fell at his Father's feet ; in accent wild, Struggling with pain, with his last fleeting breath, ' Help me, my Sire,' he cried, and sunk in death. I saw the others follow one... | |
 | Manchester Literary and Philosophical Society - 1785 - 600 pagina’s
...from the translation of this Poem, by the Earl of Carlifle. Now the fourth morning rofe; my eldeft child Fell at his father's feet, in accent wild, Struggling...faw the others follow one by one, Heard their laft fcrcam, and their expiring groan. by Dr. Percival on the Effects of Famine, &V . 477 by a young phyfician... | |
 | 1786 - 752 pagina’s
...copied from the iranil^tion of this Poem, by the Earl of CarliOe. Now the fourth moiniog rofe; my elded child Fell at his father's feet, in accent wild, Struggling with pain, with his l.iil fleeting breath, " Help me, my fire," he cried, and funk in death. I faw the others follow one... | |
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Dismay and silent woe again prevail. No more that day we spoke ! — Why in thy womb Then, cruel Earth, did we not meet our doom ? Now the fourth morning rose : my eldest child Fell at his father's feet ; in accent wild, Struggling with pain, with his... 