 | James Thomson - 1806 - 242 стор.
...peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand 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 deadly winter seizes; shuts up sense; And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 стор.
...children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! 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,... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 стор.
...little children peeping out Into the mingled storm, demand their sire With tears of artless innocence. Alas! Nor wife, nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. On ev'ry nerve The deadly winter seizes; shuts up sense ; And o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 стор.
...little children, peeping out Into the mingled storm, demand their site, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children more shall he behold ; Nor friends, nor sacred home. On ev'ry nerve The deadly winter seizes ; shuts up sense ; And o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,... | |
 | John Young - 1810 - 432 стор.
...children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. — Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold ; Nor friends ; nor sacred home.1 Here are the same images. The blazing fire ; the busy wife, plying her evening care ; and the... | |
 | John Young - 1810 - 266 стор.
...children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. — Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold ; Nor friends ; nor sacred home.1 Here are the same images. The blazing fire ; the busy wife, plying her evening care ; and the... | |
 | John Philpot Curran - 1811 - 368 стор.
...had seen his wife and children upon their knees, giving those tears to gratitude, which their locked and frozen hearts could not give to anguish and despair,...behold, nor friends, nor sacred home!" No seraph mercy unburs his dungeon, and leads him forth to light and life, but the minister of death hurries him to... | |
 | William Somervile - 1811 - 312 стор.
...little children peeping out into the mingling storm, demand their sire, with tears of artless innocence. Alas ! 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,... | |
 | James Thomson - 1813 - 346 стор.
...peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand 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 deadly winter seizes; shuts up sense; And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,... | |
 | Stephen Barlow - 1814 - 556 стор.
...seen the olive-branch sent into his little firk, but Oo sign that the waters had subsided. ' Ala& ! nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold; nor friends, nor sacred home!' No seraph jnercy unbars his dungeon, and leads him forth to light and life; but the minister of death hurries... | |
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In vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm, In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he... 
