 | English poems - 1870 - 722 páginas
...call'd Light, ^-^ Which I must ne'er enjoy; What are the blessings of the sight, O tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 páginas
...called Light, Which 1 must ne'er enjoy ? What are the blessings of the sight, 0, tell your poor blind t ; the land is roused ; Where is the coward who sits ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er... | |
 | George Rhett Cathcart - 1871 - 200 páginas
...called Light. Which I must ne'er enjoy ? What are the blessings of the sight, O, tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? And could I ever keep awake With me 't... | |
 | Child - 1871 - 328 páginas
...sight ? Oh, tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see, say the sun shines bright ; him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? You I feel My day or night myself I make, Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake,... | |
 | John Heywood (ltd.) - 1872 - 136 páginas
...called light, Which I must ne'er enjoy; What are the blessings of the sight ? 0 tell your poor blind boy. You talk of wondrous things you see, You say...Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake, With me 'twere always day. With heavy... | |
 | 1872 - 232 páginas
...O, tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; / And could I ever keep awake With me 't were always day. With heavy... | |
 | Henry Major - 1873 - 88 páginas
...call'd light, Which I must ne'er enjoy ? What are the blessings of the sight ? 0 tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see ; You say...warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day and night myself I make, Whene'er I sleep or play : And could I ever keep awake, With me 'twere always... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 páginas
...tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wond'roua things you see, You say the sun shines bright ; I s ! dissembling smooth make, Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake, With me 'twere always day. With heavy... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 páginas
...0, tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright ; I abashaw At Belgrade's victory. "There, sir, ah! ther 1 My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me Ч were... | |
 | Philip George and son, ltd - 1874 - 168 páginas
...called light, "Which I can ne'er enjoy ? What are the bless-ings of the sight ? Oh tell your poor blind boy. You talk of wond-rous things you see, You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make, When-e'er... | |
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You say the sun shines bright ; 1 feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless... 
