...falls. Rod. So, now I am at rest : I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within my bosom ; every breath I fetch Shuts up my life within a shorter...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...

...himself thus : So, now I am at rest : I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within my bosom ; every breath I fetch Shuts up my life within a shorter...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...

...thus : So, now I am at rest : . 1. , v I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within my bosom ; every breath I fetc.h Shuts up my life within a shorter...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...

...dying, says, " So, now I am at rest : I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within my bosom ; every breath I fetch Shuts up my life within a shorter...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...

...dying, says, " So, now I am at rest: I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within my bosom ; every breath I fetch Shuts up my life within a shorter...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...

...falls. Rod. So, now I am at rest : I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within my bosom ; every breath I fetch Shuts up my life within a shorter...less And less each pulse, till it be lost in air. [Swoons away. Gons. Down at your feet, much injured innocence, I lay that sword, which Jul. Take it...

...dare to live. Dryden's Don Sebastian. I feel death rising higher still and higher Within my bosom ; every breath I fetch Shuts up my life within a shorter...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...

...dying, says, " So, now I am at rest : I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within my bosom ; every breath I fetch Shuts up my life within a shorter...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...

...weep to leave it 1 Cripplegate Lectures. I feel death rising higher and still higher Within my bosom ; every breath I fetch, Shuts up my life within a shorter...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...

...bosom-friend, are usually put together. South. I feel death rising higher still and higher Within my bosom ; every breath 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...