 | 1827 - 916 страница
...spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment; — he was heal'd ; —I had, myself, a wound conceal'd, But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart. In prison I saw him next,— condemn'd To meet a Traitor's doom at morn : The tide of lying tongues I stemm'd, And houour'd him... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1827 - 296 страница
...while I dream'd. Stript, wounded, beaten, nigh to death, I found him by the highway-side : I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, Revived his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment ; he was heal'd ; I had myself a wound conceal'd ; But from that hour forgot the smart, And Peace bound up my... | |
 | 1827 - 590 страница
...while I dream'd. Stript, wounded, beaten, nigh to death, I found him by the highway-side : I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, Revived his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment ; he was heal'd ; I had myself a wound conceal'd ; But from that hour forgot the smart, And Peace bound up my... | |
 | 1828 - 318 страница
...while I dreamed. Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, I found him by the highway side ; I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, Revived his spirit,...The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, And honored him midst shame and scorn. My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He asked if I for him would die ; The flesh... | |
 | George Merriam - 1828 - 286 страница
...while I dreamed. Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, I found him by the highway side ; 1 roused his pulse, brought back his breath, Revived his spirit...at morn ; The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, And honoured him midst shame and scorn. My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He asked if I for him would... | |
 | George Merriam - 1828 - 282 страница
...Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, I found him by the highway side ; 1 roused his pulse, brought bark his breath, Revived his spirit and supplied Wine,...at morn ; The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, And honoured him midst shame and scorn. My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He asked if I for him would... | |
 | 1828 - 814 страница
...while I dreamed. Stript, wounded, beaten, nigh to death, I found him by the highway side : * I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, Revived his spirit,...hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken bean. In prison I saw him next, condemned To meet a traitor's doom at morn ; The tide of lying tongues... | |
 | Jabez Burns - 1829 - 378 страница
...spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment ; — he was heaTd ; — I had, myself, a wound conceal'd, But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart. In prison I saw him next, — condemn'd To meet a Traitor's doom at morn : The tide of lying tongues I stemm'd, And honour'd... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1829 - 520 страница
...while I drcam'd. Stripl, wounded, beaten, nigh to death, I found him by the highway-side : I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, Revived his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment; he was heal'd; I had myself a wound conceal'd ; But from that hour forgot the smart, And Peace bound up my... | |
 | Thomas Willcocks - 1829 - 334 страница
...myself a wound conceal'd ; Sat from that hour forgot the smart, In prison I saw him ftxt, comk'iun'd To meet a traitor's doom at morn ; The tide of lying tongues 1 stemm'd, And honour'd him 'midst shame and scorn : My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He ask'd,... | |
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But from that hour forgot the smart, And Peace bound up my broken heart. In prison I saw Him next, condemned To meet a traitor's doom at morn ; The tide of lying tongues I... 
