 Went on three feet, and sometimes crept on four, With old lame bones that rattled by his side, His scalp all pilled, and he with eld forlore; His withered fist still knocking at Death's door, Fumbling and driveling, as he draws his breath; For brief,...  Select Beauties of Ancient English Poetry - 92 psl.autoriai: Henry Headley - 1810Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1813 - 350 psl.
...and he with eld forlore: His wither'd fist still knocking at death's door, Fumbling and drivelling as he draws his breath, For brief, the shape and messenger...foregone, Bereft of stomach, savour, and of taste; 3$e could she brook no meat but broths alone. Her breath corrupt, her keepers, every one, Abhorring... | |
 | Francis Wrangham - 1816 - 616 psl.
...and he with eld forbore ; His wither'd fist still knocking at Death's door, Trembling and drivelling as he draws his breath — For brief, the shape and messenger of Death. Next follow Malady, Famine (struck by Death) and War, with a copious and classical description of the... | |
 | Francis Wrangham - 1816 - 624 psl.
...and he with eld forbore ; His wither'd fist still knocking at Death's door, Trembling and drivelling as he draws his breath — For brief, the shape and messenger of Death. Next follow Malady, Famine (struck by .Death) and War, with a copious and classical description of... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 432 psl.
...and he with eld forlore, His wither'd fist still knocking at Death's door ; Trembling and driv'ling as he draws his breath, For brief, the shape and messenger of Death. 1 Happen. — * Bare. GEORGE GASCOIGNE WAS born in 1540', of an ancient family in Essex, was bred at... | |
 | Rowland Freeman - 1821 - 846 psl.
...and he with eld forlore : His withered fist still knocking at death's door; f Fumbling and drivelling as he draws his breath; For brief — the shape and messenger of death. •Bold. t And every hour they knock at deathi's gate. — SPBNSER. And fast by him pale Misery was... | |
 | Thomas Warton - 1824 - 504 psl.
...lame bones, that rattled by his side ; His scalp all pil'd, and he with eld forelore, His wither'd fist still knocking at death's door; .Fumbling, and...messenger of Death. And fast by him pale MALADY was placed : Sore sick in bed, her colour all foregone ; Bereft of stomach, savour, and of taste, Ne could... | |
 | Thomas Warton - 1840 - 548 psl.
...lame bones, that rattled by his side ; His scalp all pil'd, and he with eld forelore, His wither'd fist still knocking at death's door; Fumbling, and...messenger of Death. And fast by him pale MALADY was placed : Sore sick in bed, her colour all foregone ; Bereft of stomach, savour, and of taste, Ne could... | |
 | Thomas Warton - 1840 - 550 psl.
...lame bones, that rattled by his side ; His scalp all pil'd, and he with eld forelore, His wither'd fist still knocking at death's door ; Fumbling, and...messenger of Death. • And fast by him pale MALADY was placed : Sore sick in bed, her colour all foregone ; Bereft of stomach, savour, and of taste, Ne could... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 psl.
...lame bones, that rattled by his side ; His scalp all pil'd, and he with eld forelorc, His wither'd rinks up the sea, and when he has done, The moon and...and dance by their own light ; They drink and revel placed : Sore sick in bed, her colour all foregone ; Bereft of stomach, savour, and of taste, Ne could... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 466 psl.
...and he with eld forelore ; His withered fist still knocking at death's door ; Fumbling and drivelling as he draws his breath ; For brief, the shape and messenger of Death. Nothing is wanting to Sackvillc that belongs (o force either of conception or of expression. In his... | |
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