Soone as the royall virgin he did spy, With gaping mouth at her ran greedily, To have att once devoured her tender corse; But to the pray when as he drew more ny, His bloody rage aswaged with remorse, And with the sight amazd, forgat his furious forse.

The wedding cheer served for a sad burial feast, the bridal hymns were changed to sullen dirges, the sprightly instruments to melancholy bells, and the flowers that should have been strewed in the bride's path, now served but to strew her corse.

Where is the DUKE DE MONTEBELLO, or the Count of MONTE CHRISTO, that they don't hang round you like aggravated wasps, and sting you into that appreciation of the fitness of things whereby some razor may be slipped across your wizzen, and Paris follow your corse to the Pére

Hence by the Buddhists, in counting the corses Heaping with horror the death-trampled plain, Not unremembered are thousands of horses, Left unattended to die with the slain.

Yea, and the furred moss in winter, when there are no flowers to cover thy sweet corse.

Virgin he did spy, With gaping mouth at her ran greedily, To have at once devourd her tender corse:

After him came Zúára himself: Who galloped to the charge incensed, and, high Lifting his iron mace, upon the head Of bold Núsháwer struck a furious blow, Which drove him from his steed a lifeless corse.

His bold antagonist his quivered store Then Rustem raised his bow, with eager eye Choosing a dart, and placed it on the string, A thong of elk-skin; to his ear he drew The feathered notch, and when the point had touched The other hand, the bended horn recoiled, And twang the arrow sped, piercing the breast Of Ushkabús, who fell a lifeless corse, As if he never had been born!

For she shall find her daughter's corse" "No, girl, it cannot be.

Where be the tears, The sobs, and forc'd suspensions of the breath, And all the dull desertions of the heart, With which I hung o'er my dead mother's corse?

Alas! Nor wife nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends nor sacred home: on every nerve The deadly Winter seizes, shuts up sense, And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold, Lays him along the snows a stiffened corse, Stretched out and bleaching in the northern blast.

O God of righteousnessand I am idling hereleading a life of holidaysand my soul's soul is ready to quit the earth, and leave me a rotten corse!

In thy channel, in thy channel, Choak'd with ooze and grav'lly stones, Deep immersed and unhearsed, Lies young Edward's corse: his bones Ever whitening, ever whitening, As thy waves against them dash; What thy torrent, in the current, Swallow'd, now it helps to wash.

Tiberius the emperor withheld a legacy from the people of Rome, which his predecessor Augustus had lately given, and perceiving a fellow round a dead corse in the ear, would needs know wherefore he did so; the fellow replied, that he wished the departed soul to signify to Augustus, the commons of Rome were yet unpaid: for this bitter jest the emperor caused him forthwith to be slain, and carry the news himself.

the sound of horses' Feet woke her, and, behold, she saw two corses.

Many families in Europe are so put in mind of their last by such predictions, and many men are forewarned (if we may believe Paracelsus) by familiar spirits in divers shapes, as cocks, crows, owls, which often hover about sick men's chambers, vel quia morientium foeditatem sentiunt, as Baracellus conjectures, et ideo super tectum infirmorum crocitant, because they smell a corse; or for that (as Bernardinus de Bustis thinketh)

spheres Las Casas bathes the pallid corse with tears Fly, minister of good!

And that's the reason why I thought ye corses, When o'er the green this way I saw ye ride.

130 One the rash Youth's ungovernable hand Slew, and as quickly to a second gave A perilous woundhe shuddered to behold The breathless corse; then peacefully resigned His person to the law, was lodged in prison, 135 And wore the fetters of a criminal.

On they came: they yelped, and fired; His spirit sped; We leveled right in, and the half-breeds fled, Nor stayed the iron, Nor captured the crimson corse of Lyon.