 | John Dryden, Walter Scott - 1808 - 486 pages
...between with her sword. Enter Go^SAivo, following RODORICK, who falls. Rod. So, now I am at rest : I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within...less And less each pulse, 'till it be lost in air. i [Swoons cKcay. Gons. Down at your feet, much injured innocence, I lay that sword, which Jul. Take... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1816 - 428 pages
...man stabbed to the heart in a combat with his enemy, expresses himself thus : So, now I am at rest : I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within...less And less each pulse, 'till it be lost in air. Dryden. Captain Flash, in a farce composed by Garrick, endeavours to hide his fear by saying, " What... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1819 - 424 pages
...stabbed to the heart in a combat with his enemy, expresses himself thus : So, now I am at rest : . 1. , v I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within...the vanishing sound of bells, grows less And less enc'h pulse, till it he lost in air. Dn/<!cn An example is given above of remorse and despair expressed... | |
 | 1820 - 394 pages
...arms made round thy body, yet remains." Ibid. Act IV. Rodorick dying, says, " So, now I am at rest: I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within...less And less each pulse, 'till it be lost in air." Ibid. " As from some steep and dreadful precipice, The frighted traveller casts down his eyes, And... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1820 - 402 pages
...His arms made round thy body, yet remains." Act IV. Rodorick dying, says, " So, now I am at rest : I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within...less And less each pulse, 'till it be lost in air." Ibid. " As from some steep and dreadful precipice, The frighted traveller casts down his eyes, And... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 pages
...pleasant ? Or has heav'n hid the happiness of death, That man may dare to live. Dryden's Don Sebastian. I feel death rising higher still and higher Within...less And less each pulse, till it be lost in air. Dryden's Rival Ladiet. The reconciling grave Swallows distinction first, that made us foes, That all... | |
 | 1820 - 398 pages
...made round thy body, yet remains." Act IV. Sc. III. Rodorick dying, says, " So, now I am at rest : I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within...less And less each pulse, 'till it be lost in air." Ibid. " As from some steep and dreadful precipice. The frighted traveller casts down his eyes, And... | |
 | Extracts - 1828 - 786 pages
...tears, that should make us weep to leave it 1 Cripplegate Lectures. I feel death rising higher and still higher Within my bosom ; every breath I fetch, Shuts...less And less each pulse, till it be lost in air. DRYDEN. Let us consult daily observation. Every man seeth " that wise men die, likewise the fool and... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 832 pages
...text, a communication of secrets. A bosom-secret, and a bosom-friend, are usually put together. South. I feel death rising higher still and higher Within...I fetch Shuts up my life within a shorter compass. Dryden's Rival Ladies. He sent for bis bosom-friends, with whom he most confidently consulted, and... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 414 pages
...bourn-friend, arc usually put together. South. I feel death rising higher still and higher Within my botom ; every breath I fetch Shuts up my life within a shorter compass. Dryden't Rival Ladiet. He sent for his botom-friendt, with whom he most confidently consulted, and... | |
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I feel death rising higher still and higher, Within my bosom; every breath I fetch Shuts up my life within a shorter compass, And, like the vanishing sound of bells, grows less And less each pulse, till it be lost in air. 
