 | 1836 - 634 стор.
...in woe, And said a lonely prayer ; Yet still my temples seemed to glow As if that hand were there. Years fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports...curb of fear. Fierce passions shook me like a reed ; Yet, ere at night, I slept, That soft hand made my bosom bleed, And down I fell and wept. Youth came—... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - 1832 - 496 стор.
...down in wo, And said a lonely prayer; Yet still my temples seemed to glow As if that hand were there. Years fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports...curb of fear. Fierce passions shook me like a reed; Yet, ere at night I slept, That soft hand made my bosom bleed And down I fell, and wept. Youth came—the... | |
 | 1832 - 550 стор.
...full low, And said a lonely prayer, Yet still my temples seem'd to glow As if that hand were there. Years fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports...pastimes dear, I rose a wild and wayward boy, Who scorn'd the curb of fear. Youth came — the props of virtue fled, But oft at day's decline, A inarhle... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1833 - 180 стор.
...wickedness, my son, nor sin against thy God !' " Years fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports anrd pastimes dear ; I rose a wild and wayward boy, Who...curb of fear. Fierce passions shook me like a reed ; Yet, ere at night I slept, That soft hand made my bosom bleed, And down I fell, and wept. A marble... | |
 | 1834 - 402 стор.
...down in wo, And said a lonely prayer ; Yet still my temples seemed to glow As if that hand were there. Years fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports...curb of fear. Fierce passions shook me like a reed ; Yet, ere at night I slept, That soft hand made my bosom bleed, Youth came — the props of virtue... | |
 | Joseph Belcher - 1834 - 590 стор.
...in woe, And said a lonely prayer, Yet, still my temples seemed to glow, As if that hand were there. Years fled — and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports...pastimes dear, I rose a wild and wayward boy, Who scorn'd the curb of fear. Fierce passions shook me like a reed. Yet, ere at night I slept, That soft... | |
 | 1834 - 406 стор.
...Yet still my temples seemed to glow As if that band were there. Years fled, and left me ehildhood's joy, Gay sports and pastimes dear ; I rose a wild and wayward boy, Who seorned the eurb of fear. Fieree passions shook me like a reed ; Yet, ere at night I slept, That soft... | |
 | 1835 - 616 стор.
...still my temples seem'd to glow As if that hand were there. Years fled, and left me childhood's joys, Gay sports and pastimes dear ; I rose a wild and wayward...curb of fear. Fierce passions shook me like a reed ; Yet, ere at night I slept, That soft hand made my bosom bleed And down I fell, and wept. Youth came... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1836 - 404 стор.
...a lonely prayer, Yet, still my temples seemed to glow As if that hand were there. Years fled—and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports and pastimes dear,...wild and wayward boy, Who scorned the curb of fear. Yet, ere at night I slept, That soft hand made my bosom bleed, Fierce passions shook me like a reed,... | |
 | Samuel Worcester - 1837 - 264 стор.
...in wo, And said a lonely prayer ; Yet still my temples seemed to glow As if that hand were there 7. Years fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports...wild and wayward boy, Who scorned the curb of fear. 6. Fierce passions shook me like a reed, Yet, ere at night I slept, That soft hand made my bosom bleed,... | |
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As if that hand were there. Years fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports and pastimes dear ; I rose a wild and wayward boy, Who scorned the curb of fear. Fierce passions shook me like a reed ; Yet, ere at night I slept, That soft hand made my bosom... 
