 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 stiffen'd Corse, 320 Stretch'd out, and bleaching...  Literary Hours; Or, Sketches, Critical, Narrative, and Poetical - Página 33por Nathan Drake - 1804Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | James Thomson - 1841 - 194 páginas
...wrung bosom of the dying man, His wife, his children, and his friends unseen, 310 In vain for him th' officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and...their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! 315 Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The... | |
 | John Aikin - 1841 - 840 páginas
...bosom of the dying man, His wife, his children, and his friends unseen, in vain for him th' oflicioua eart. And much he vvish'd, but durst not ask to p»rt: JVor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Л'ог friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The... | |
 | James Thomson - 1841 - 352 páginas
...Nature shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man ; His wife, his children, and his friends unseen. In vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; In rain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1842 - 262 páginas
...shoots Through the wruna; bosom of the dying man, , His wife, his children, and his friends unseen. $ In vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire...In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingled storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 830 páginas
...the wrung bosom of the dying man, His wife, his children, and his friends unseen. In vain for him th' rough with orient beams ; when all the plain, Cover'd with thick em IV'or wife, nor children, more shall he behold. Nor friends, nor sacred haine. On every nerve The deadly... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 826 páginas
...the wrung bosom of the dying man, His wife, his children, and his friends unseen. In vain for him th' ike a pepping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas! Nor... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 páginas
...wife prepares The fire fair blazing, and the vestment warm : In vain his little children, peeping oat s curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ;...that Is a curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, s incluís, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly winter seizes, shuts up sense, And o'er his inmost... | |
 | John Hall - 1845 - 354 páginas
...of death*, Mix'd with1 the tender anguish Nature shoots' Through the wrung bosom of the dying1 man', In vain for him the officious wife prepares' The fire...peeping out' Into the mingling storm', demand their sire1 40 With tears of artless innocence. Alas' ! Nor wife nor children more shall he behold', Nor... | |
 | James Thomson - 1847 - 504 páginas
...shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man — His wife, his children, and his friends, unseen. 310 In vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire...their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! 315 Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, . Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1849 - 466 páginas
...shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man, — His wife, his children, and his friends unseen. 30 In vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire...their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! 35 Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The... | |
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