 A lightless sulphur, chok'd with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness ; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths ; there damned souls Roar without pity ; there are gluttons fed With toads and adders ; there is burning...  The Dramatic Works of Massinger and Ford - Page 37by Philip Massinger, John Ford - 1859 - 662 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Oldys - English drama - 1740 - 348 pages
...in this place Dwell many thoufand thoufand fundry forts Of never-dying deaths ; there damned fouls Roar without pity ; there are gluttons fed ' With...burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the ufurer Is forc'd to fup whole draughts of molten gold ; There is the murtherer for ever ftabb'd, Yet... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1799 - 244 pages
...of consuming fires ; A lightless sulphur, choak'd with smoaky Of an infected darkness. In this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying...damned souls Roar without pity, there are gluttons fed C 33 " They drink insatiate, still with pain renewed, " Pain to destroy." So saying, her he led Forth... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - English literature - 1811 - 622 pages
...consuming fires : A lightless sulphur, chok'd wilh smoky fogi Of an inft-cted darkness; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying...oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat; the usurer Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold ; There is the murderer for ever stabb'd, Yet can he never... | |
 | John Ford - English drama - 1811 - 522 pages
...consuming fires ; A lightless sulphur, chok'd with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness ; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying...Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold ; There is the murderer for ever stabb'd, Yet can he never... | |
 | 1812 - 560 pages
...fogs Of an infected darkaess ; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never dying deaths. There damned souls Roar without pity ; there...Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forc'd to- sup whole draughts of molten gold; There is the murderer for ever stabb'd, Yet can he never... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1812 - 286 pages
...consuming fires ; A lightless sulphur, choak'd with smoaky foggs Of an infected darkness. In this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying...oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat, the usurer It forced to sap whole draughts of molten go/rf; There is the murderer for ever stabb'd, Yet he can... | |
 | Enos Bronson - Literature, Modern - 1812 - 562 pages
...( )f an infected darkness ; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never dyinp; deaths. There damned souls Roar without pity ; there...Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold; There is the murderer for ever stabb'd, Yet can he never... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1812 - 284 pages
...gluttons fed With toads and adders: there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat, the usurer II forced to sup whole draughts of molten gold; There is the murderer for ever stabb'd, Yet he can never die; there lies the wanton On racks of burning steel, whilst in his soul He feels the... | |
 | John Colin Dunlop - Fiction - 1816 - 538 pages
...guilty, has been common with poets. It occurs in Dante, and we are told in one of Ford's dramas, that There are gluttons fed With toads and adders : there is burning oil Poured down the drunkard's throat; the usurer Is forced to sup whole draughts of molten gold ; There... | |
 | England - 1818 - 764 pages
...infected darkness ; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths ; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat;...usurer Is forced to sup whole draughts of molten gold; These is the murderer for ever stabb'd, Yet can he never die ; there lies the wanton On neks of burning... | |
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