 | Lindley Murray - 1822 - 312 стор.
...day's"report Or'wrong and outrage, wkh which earth isfilPd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; II does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the tooch of fire : He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Nut colour'd like his own: and having pow'r T'... | |
 | Mary Ann Kelty - 1822 - 400 стор.
...Where rumour of oppression and deceit " Might never reach me more." And truly has he told us that " There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, " It does not feel for man." " ' And still less — oh, Louisa !' and she clasped my hand with energy, ' how much less does it feel... | |
 | Richard SAMBLE, Mary Ann Hedge - 1823 - 206 стор.
...beings they intend to make the instruments of their inhuman thirst of gain. (Note A..) " The natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire— And having pow'r T" enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause, Dooms and devotes him as his lawful... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - 470 стор.
...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and...heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond ~*f brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow... | |
 | William Cowper - 1824 - 446 стор.
...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain V , My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which Earth...man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 стор.
...unsuccessful or successful war, alight never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth...man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of lire. He finds... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 стор.
...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful and successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filTd. How various his employments, whom the world Calls idle, and who justly in return Esteems that... | |
 | 1824 - 448 стор.
...pain'd, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1824 - 396 стор.
...pained, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax' That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1824 - 308 стор.
...unsuccessful or successful war, Mi?ht never reach me more ! My ear is pain'J; ^ Wv soul is sick with cv'ry day's report Of' wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd^ There is no fl sh in man's obdurate heart : It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Ot brotherhood is sever'd,... | |
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There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. 
