 | Ebenezer Porter - 1828 - Страниц: 418
...be seen in the beautiful little poem of Cowper, on the receipt of his mother's picture : My m6ther! when I learn'd that thou wast dead. Say, wast thou...tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing s60, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? I hear'd the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1828 - Страниц: 452
...the receipt of his mother's picture : My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast de'ad. Say, wast thon conscious of the tears I she'd ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even th6n, life's journey just begun ? . I hear'd the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse, that... | |
 | 1828 - Страниц: 814
...unexpected here ! Who bidd'st me honour, with an artless song Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own r And, while that face renews my filial grief^ Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief; Shall steep... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - Страниц: 828
...renews : Her voice is terrible though soft, And dread of death ensues. Cowper. My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed t Id. Throned in the vaulted heart his dread resort, Inexorable Comcience holde his court, With still... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - Страниц: 516
...unexpected here ! Who bidd'st me honor with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 I will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the...of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorr'wing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt,... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - Страниц: 256
...unexpected here! Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long ; 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the...dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed T Hover*d thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son. Wretch even then, life's journey just beguu ? Perhaps... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1830 - Страниц: 364
...them an unequivocally plaintive character, until it is distinctly marked. My mother, when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son ? Wretch, even then, life's journey just begun. Perhaps... | |
 | William Cowper - 1832 - Страниц: 602
...unexpected here ! Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the...momentary dream, that thou art she. My Mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears 1 shed ! Hovered thy spirit o'er... | |
 | 1832 - Страниц: 406
...unexpected here ! Who bidit me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the...momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learnt that thou wast de«4 Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1832 - Страниц: 338
...unexpected here! Who bidd'st me honor, with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the...momentary dream that thou art she. My mother! when I learned {hat thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er... | |
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But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. 
