 | John Hoppus - 1836 - 770 стор.
...this dangerous chase, many a hardy adventurer has never returned, having perished on the mountains: '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.... | |
 | John Hoppus - 1836 - 348 стор.
...this dangerous chase, many a hardy adventurer has never returned, having perished on the mountains: -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,... | |
 | John Barton Derby - 1837 - 192 стор.
...until I had an opportunity, months afterwards, to write it out. Here it is! MY CHILDREN. A VISION. - Alas ! nor wife, nor children, more, shall he behold, nor friends, nor sacred home.' I MEET them! at the solemn hours, When balmy sleep hath soothed my pain ; And faithful memory restores,... | |
 | 1837 - 596 стор.
...exile, and repeated the exquisite words of the poet, (which touchingly referred to his own clients,) " Nor wife — nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends — nor sacred home," in a tone and emphasis, which testified the agony of his own feelings, a deep and soul-rending sob... | |
 | Henry Rogers - 1838 - 150 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." Or the following exquisite picture from Cowper's Task: — " Forth goes the woodman, leaving unconcern'd... | |
 | Thomas Lockerby - 1839 - 566 стор.
...children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas 1 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,... | |
 | Arthur Edmund Denis Lee-Dillon Dillon (16th viscount) - 1840 - 330 стор.
...in the dark ; till, numbed by the cold, he will fall into a sleep which soon becomes that of death. "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... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1840 - 536 стор.
...of Cacus. Many an exile dies on the road, or, if he survives, it were better that he had so died. " Alas! nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home." The roads to Siberia have of late been crowded with the brave and devoted Poles, of all ranks, and... | |
 | Henry Grattan - 1842 - 492 стор.
...spared the father, and restored him to his children ; that you have seen the olivebranch sent into his little ark — but no sign that the waters had...more shall he behold, nor friends nor sacred home I" No seraph in mercy unbars his dungeon, and leads MR. GRATTAN TO MR. M'CAN. Limerick, 27th Sept.... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 380 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,... | |
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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... 
