 | 1805 - 506 стор.
...to breathe The morning-air, pure from the city's smoke j While wand'ring slowly up the river-side, He meditates on Him whose power he marks In each green...As in the tiny dew-bent flowers that bloom Around the roots ; and while he thus surveys With elevated joy each rural charm, He hopes, (yet fears presumption... | |
 | James Grahame - 1805 - 184 стор.
...to breathe (4) The morning-air pure from the city's smoke. While wand'ring slowly up the river-side, He meditates on Him whose power he marks In each green...As in the tiny dew-bent flowers that bloom Around the roots ; and while he thus surveys With elevated joy each rural charm, He hopes, (yet fears presumption... | |
 | 1805 - 456 стор.
...heaven, a heaven-taught sonnet sings. Struthers. The pale mechanic now has leave to breathe The morning's air, pure from the city's smoke, While wandering slowly...meditates on Him, whose power he marks In each green i rce, that proudly spreads the bough, As in the tiny dew-bent flowers that bloom Around its roots,... | |
 | 1806 - 312 стор.
...will assent to their propriety. Hail, Sabbath ! thee I hail, the poor man's day: The pale mechanick now has leave to breathe The morning air, pure from...river's side, He meditates on HIM, whose power he matks In each green tree that proudly spreads the bough, -As in the tiny dew-bent flowers that bloom... | |
 | John Vaughn Thompson - 1807 - 172 стор.
...present employed in idleness and vacant ramblings, if not in a still worse manner. " The pale mechanic now has leave to breathe The morning air, pure from the city's smoke, While, wandering slowly up the river side, He meditates on Him, whose power he marks In each green tree that proudly spreads the bough,... | |
 | James Grahame - 1807 - 250 стор.
...covered face and upward earnest eye. Hail, SABBATH ! thee I hail, the poor man's day : The pale mechanic now has leave to breathe The morning air, pure from the city's smoke, While, wandering slowly up the river side, He meditates on HIM, whose power he marks In each green tree that proudly spreads the bough,... | |
 | Increase Cooke - 1811 - 428 стор.
...leave to breathe The morning-air pure from the city's smoke, While wand'ring slowly up the river-side, He meditates on Him whose power he marks In each green...in the tiny dew-bent flowers that bloom • Around the roots ; and while he thus surveys With elevated joy each rural charm, He hopes, (yet fears presumption... | |
 | 1805 - 672 стор.
...indeed, to speak poetically, a 41 Hail, Sabbath! thec I hail, the poor man's day: The pale mechanic DOW has leave to breathe The morning air, pure from the city's smoke, As wandering slowly up tlic river's bank He mcilitatct on Him whose power he marks In each green tree... | |
 | 1817 - 314 стор.
...cover'd face and upward earnest eye. i Hail, Sabbath! thee I hail, the poor man's day. The pale mechanic now has leave to breathe The morning air, pure from the city's smoke; While, wandering slowly up the river side, He meditates on Him, whose power he marks In each green tree, that proudly spreads the... | |
 | Increase Cooke - 1819 - 426 стор.
...face and upward earnest C3re. Hail, Sabbath ! thee I hail, the poor man's day '. The pale mechanic now has leave to breathe The morning air pure from the city's smoke, While wand'ring slowly up the river- side, He meditates on Him whose power he marks In each green tree that... | |
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Hail, Sabbath ! thee I hail, the poor man's day : The pale mechanic now has leave to breathe The morning air pure from the city's smoke... 
