 | 1872 - 806 pages
...like a knell, (Israfel!) Danced with dim and dying fays O'er the ruins of my days, O'er the dimcless, timeless days, When the fifty, drawn at thirty, Seeming thrifty, yet the dirty Lccre of the market, was the most that I could raise I Fiends controlled it, fLet him hold it !) •... | |
 | 1872 - 794 pages
...knell, (Israfel ! ) Danced with dim and dying fays O'er the ruins of my days, O'er the diirieless, timeless days, When the fifty, drawn at thirty, Seeming...Lucre of the market, was the most that I could raise I Fiends controlled it, (Let him hold it !) Devils held for me the inkstand and the pen ; Now the days... | |
 | William Shepard Walsh - 1892 - 1114 pages
...my puls« like a knell (Israfel I) Danced with dim and dying fays O'er the ruin of my days. O'er ihe dimeless, timeless days, When the fifty, drawn at...Lucre of the market, was the most that I could raise I Ave Imperator! morituri te salutant! (L., "Hail, О Emperor! we who are about to die salute thee... | |
 | William S. Walsh - 1892 - 1116 pages
...Danced with dim and dying fays O'er the ruin of my days, O'er the dimeless, timeless days, (Israfel!) milar I When the fifty, drawn at thirty, Ave Imperator! morituri te salutant! (L., "Hail, O Emperor! we who... | |
 | William S. Walsh - 1909 - 1112 pages
...sight. When my pulses like a knell (Israfcl !) Danced with dim and dying fays O'er the ruin of my days, O'er the dimeless, timeless days, When the fifty,...Lucre of the market, was the most that I could raise I Ave Imperator! morituri te aalutant! (L., "Hail, O Emperor! we who are about to die salute thee !")... | |
 | 1918 - 2030 pages
...When my pulses, like a knell, (Israfcl!) Danced with dim and dying fays, O'er the ruins of my days, O'er the dimeless, timeless days, When the fifty,...Fiends controlled it, (Let him hold it!) Devils held me for the inkstand and the pen; Now the days of grace arc o'er, (Ah, Lenorc!) I am but as other men;... | |
 | William S. Walsh - 1925 - 1118 pages
...like a knell (israfel !) Danced with dim and dying fays O'er the ruin of my days. O'er the ditncless, timeless days, When the fifty, drawn at thirty. Seeming...Lucre of the market, was the most that I could raise ! Ave Imperator! morituri te salutant! (L., "Hail, O Emperor! we who are about to die salute thee !")... | |
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Twas the random runes I wrote At the bottom of the note, (Wrote and freely Gave to Greeley) In the middle of the night, In the mellow, moonless night, When the stars were out of sight, When my pulses, like a knell, (Israfel!) Danced with dim and dying... 