 | 1808 - 556 страница
...feat, and figh for Ifaac there ; I fee, no more, thofe white locks thinly fpread, Round the bald polifh of that honour'd head ; No more that awful glance, on playful wight Compdl'd to kneel and tremble at the fight ; To fold his fingers all in dread the while, Till Mifter... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1808 - 276 страница
...his view ;— But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd expiring, at his Cottage-Gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view...the bald polish of that honour'd head ; No more that aweful glance, on playful wight Compell'd to kneel and tremble at the sight ; To fold his fingers all... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1808 - 302 страница
...in his View ! But came not there, for sudden was his Fate, He dropp'd expiring, at his Cottage-gate. I feel his Absence in the Hours of Prayer, And view...the bald Polish of that honour'd Head ; No more that aweful Glance on playful Wight Compcll'd to kneel and tremble at the sight ; To fold his Fingers all... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1808 - 274 страница
...his view ; — But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd expiring, at his Cottage-Gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view...the bald polish of that honour'd head ; No more that aweful glance, on playful wight Compell'd to kneel and tremble at the sight ; To fold his fingers all... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1808 - 280 страница
...his view ; — But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd expiring, at his Cottage-Gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view...the bald polish of that honour'd head ; No more that aweful glance, on playful wight Compell'd to kneel and tremble at the sight ; To fold his fingers all... | |
 | 1809 - 604 страница
..., But came not there, for, sudden was his fate, He dropp'd expiring, at his cottage-gate. « I fed his absence in the hours of prayer, And view his seat, and sigh for ISAAC there ; i I see no more those white locks thinly spread ; Hound the bald polish of that honour'd head ; No more... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1810 - 242 страница
...his view I But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd, expiring, at his cottage-gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view...locks thinly spread Round the bald polish of that honour' <1 head ; No more that aweful glance on playful wight, Compell'd to kneel and tremble at the... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1812 - 240 страница
...his view ! But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd, expiring, at his cottage-gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view...Isaac there ; I see no more those white locks thinly spre id Round the bald polish of that honour'd head ; No more that aweful glance on playful wight,... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1816 - 306 страница
...his view ! But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd, expiring, at his cottage-gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view...locks thinly spread Round the bald polish of that bonour'd head; No more that awful glance on playful wight, Compell'd to kneel and tremble at the sight,... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 страница
...in his view; But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd, expiring at his cottage gate. I feel his absence in the hours of prayer, And view his beat, and sigh for Itauc there: I see no more those white locks thinly tprcad Hound the bald polish... | |
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I feel his absence in the hours of prayer, And view his seat and sigh for Isaac there : I see no more those white locks thinly spread Round the bald polish of that... 
