Is scattered on the ground—to die.
Richard Henry Wilde (1789-1847): My Life is like the Summer Rose.
Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne a sceptred hermit, wrapped in the solitude of his own originality.
Charles Phillips (1789-1859): The Character of Napoleon.
Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay your golden cushion down;
Rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all the town.
John G. Lockhart (1794-1854): The Bridal of Andalla.
By the margin of fair Zurich's waters
Dwelt a youth, whose fond heart, night and day,
For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters