 | Henry Moses - 1750 - 314 sider
...wrecks sre all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groanWithout a grave, unknelled, uneoffined, and unknown." BYnoN. Introduction Glance at Porto Santo.... | |
 | 1818 - 638 sider
...wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil... | |
 | 1848 - 788 sider
...him there is an apparition, a vestige, a shadow, a vanishing display, namely — " When for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths, with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd and unknown." He plunges, and all is over. " The " babbling groan" is the momentarily... | |
 | 1818 - 762 sider
...playTime writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow— Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollcst now. 183. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time. Calm or convuls'd — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1818 - 648 sider
...wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain Л shadow of man's ravage, save his own. When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. ' Hie steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil... | |
 | 1818 - 806 sider
...wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. 180. His steps are not upon thy paths,— thy fields Are not a... | |
 | 1821 - 438 sider
...wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save kit own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil... | |
 | DAVID WILLISON - 1818 - 572 sider
...— Time writes no wrinkle on thine1 azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, Calm or convuls'd — in breeze, or gale, dr storm, . Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 sider
...wrecks are all thy deed , nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unkncll'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. CLXXX. His steps are not upon thy path*, — thy fields Are not... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 176 sider
...writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — • Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now CLXXXIII. Thou glorious mirror , where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests, in tempests in all time, Calm or convuls'd — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the... | |
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Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save... 
