 | Horatio Hastings Weld - 1847 - 294 стор.
...eyes, O'erhung with paly locks of gold, " Why smite," he asked, in sad surprise, "The fair, the old?" Yet louder rang the Strong One's stroke, Yet nearer flashed his axe's gleam ; Shuddering and faint of heart I woke, As from a dream. I looked : aside the dust-cloud rolled — The Waster seemed... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1850 - 408 стор.
...O'erhung with paly locks of gold : " Why smite," he asked in sad surprise, • " The fair, the old ? " Yet louder rang the Strong One's stroke, Yet nearer...Shuddering and sick of heart I woke, As from a dream. I looked : aside the dust cloud rolled — The Waster seemed the Builder too ; Up springing from the... | |
 | Society of Friends. Pennsylvania Yearly Meeting - 1858 - 124 стор.
...eyes, O'erhung with paly locks of gold : " Why smite," he asked in sad surprise, "The fair, the old?" Yet louder rang the Strong One's stroke, Yet nearer...Shuddering and sick of heart, I woke, As from a dream. I looked : aside the dust-cloud rolled — The Waster seemed the Builder too ; Up springing from the... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1855 - 436 стор.
...eyes, O'erhung with paly locks of gold : "Why smite," he asked in sad surprise, " The fair, the old ? " Yet louder rang the Strong One's stroke, Yet nearer...Shuddering and sick of heart I woke, As from a dream. I looked : aside the dust cloud rolled — The Waster seemed the Builder too ; Up springing from the... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 стор.
...in sad surprise, " The fair, the old ?" Yet louder rang the Strong One's stroke, Yet nearer flash'd his axe's gleam ; Shuddering and sick of heart, I woke As from a dream. I look'd aside; the dust-cloud roll'd — The Waster seem'd the Builder too ; Upspringing from the... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 стор.
...sad surprise, •• The fair, the old V Yet louder rang the strong one's stroke, Yet nearer Ibsh'd his axe's gleam ! Shuddering and sick of heart I woke, As from a dream. I look'd : aside the dust-cloud roll'd — The waster scoMi'd the builder too; Upspringing from the... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 стор.
...ask'd, in sad surprise, "The fair, the old?" Yet louder rang the Strong One's stroke, Yet nearer flash'd his axe's gleam; Shuddering and sick of heart I woke, As from a dream. I look'd : aside the dust cloud roll'd — The waster seem'd the builder too ; Up-springing from the... | |
 | 1858 - 688 стор.
...the aisle, Cried out, " Forbear." Yet louder rang the Strong One's stroke, Yet nearer flashM his ax's gleam ; Shuddering and sick of heart I woke, As from a dream. I look'd : aside the dust-cloud roll'd — The Waster seem'd the Builder too ; Up-springing from the... | |
 | William Bentley Fowle - 1859 - 356 стор.
...stone, Leaned on his staff, and wept, to find His seat o'erthrown. Young Romance raised his dreamy eyes, Yet louder rang the Strong One's stroke, Yet nearer flashed his axe's gleam ; Shuddering and sick at heart I woke, As from a dream. I looked ; aside the dust-cloud rolled, — The Waster seemed the... | |
 | Frederic Dan Huntington - 1860 - 326 стор.
...eyes, O'erhung with dainty locks of gold ; Why smite, he asked, in sad surprise, The fair, the old ? " Yet louder rang the strong one's stroke, Yet nearer flashed his axe's gleam ; Shuddering and sick at heart I woke, As from a dream. " I looked : aside the dust-cloud rolled ; The waster seemed the... | |
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T was but the ruin of the bad, — The wasting of the wrong and ill ; Whate'er of good the old time had Was living still. Calm grew... 
