 Good strong thick stupefying incensesmoke ! For as I lie here, hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone can point, And let the bedclothes for...  Hood's Magazine and Comic Miscellany - Page 2351845Full view - About this book
 | Robert Browning - 1850 - 436 pages
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and hy such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's-work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1863 - 430 pages
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth drop Into great laps and folds of sculptorVwork : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1864 - 436 pages
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's-work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
 | Penny readings - 1867 - 270 pages
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state, and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Growl with a certain humming in my... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1872 - 310 pages
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth, drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's- work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1874 - 372 pages
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth, drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
 | English poets - 1883 - 364 pages
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth, drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
 | 1883 - 378 pages
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth, drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
 | 1883 - 378 pages
...fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone can point, Ami let the bedclothes, for a mortcloth, drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work: A ml as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts (I row, with a certain humming in... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1884 - 308 pages
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth, drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
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