 | English poetry - 1800 - 322 pages
...less provok'd your fears, No more my spectre-form appears. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to GOD:; A port of calms, a state...rage of swelling seas. Why then thy flowing sable stoics, Deep pendant cypress, mourning poles, Loose scarfs to fall athwart thy weeds, Long palls, drawn... | |
 | Chaplet - 1805 - 238 pages
...less provote your fears, No more my -spectre torm appears. Death's hut a path that must he trod. If man would ever pass to God : A port of calms, a state to ease From the rough rage of swelling seas. Why then thy flowing sahle stoles, D,eep pendant cypress,... | |
 | English poetry - 1806 - 408 pages
...less provok'd your fears, No more my spectre-form appears, Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God : A port of calms, a state...swelling seas. Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep pendant cypress, mourning poles, Loose scarfs to fall athwart thy weeds, Long palls, drawn hearses,... | |
 | Poetry - 1806 - 330 pages
...my spectre-form appears. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to GOD : 136 A port of calms, a state of ease, From the rough rage...swelling seas. Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep pendant cypress, mourning poles, Loose scarfs to fall athwart thy weeds, Long palls, drawn hearses,... | |
 | British poets - English poetry - 1809 - 512 pages
...less provok'd your fears, No more my spectre form appears. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God : A port of calms, a state of ease From the rongh rage of swelling seas. * * Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep pendent cypress, mourning... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 pages
...less provok'd your fears, No more my spectre-form appears. Death's but a path that must be trod,. 1t' man would ever pass to GOD : A port of calms, a state...swelling seas. Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep pendant cypress, mourning poles, Loose scarfs to fall athwart thy weeds, Long palls, drawn hearses,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810 - 612 pages
...state to ease From the rough rage of swelling seas." Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep pendant cypress, mourning poles, Loose scarfs to fall athwart...plumes of black, that, as they tread, Nod o'er the escutcheons of the dead ? Nur can the parted body know, Nor wants the soul these forms of woe ; As... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1810 - 620 pages
...less provok'd your fears, No more my spectre-form appears. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God: A port of calms, a state to ease From the rough rage of swelling seas." Why then thy flowing sable stoles, • Deep pendant... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810 - 664 pages
...less provokVl your fears, No more my spectre-form appears. Death's but ;i path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God: A port of calms, a state to ease From the rough rage of swelling seas." Why then thy flowing sable stoles, Deep pendant cypress,... | |
 | William Bengo Collyer - Hymns - 1812 - 980 pages
...HYMN DCXXXIII. Death leads to Immortality. PARNELt. 1 T\EATH's but a path that must be trod, •*-' If man would ever pass to God : A port of calms, a state of ease, From the rough rage of swelling seas. 2 As men who long in prison dwell, With lamps that glimmer round the cell. Whene'er their suff'ring... | |
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No more my spectre-form appears. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God: A port of calms, a state of ease From the rough rage of swelling seas. 
