 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 էջ
...to the state you see : And your condition may be soon like mine, The child of sorrow and of misery. took her hand ; a moment o'er his faco A tablet of unutte sprightly hail'd the morn; But ah ! oppression forced me from my cot ; My cattle died, and blighted... | |
 | John Russell Webb - 1876 - 514 էջ
...the state you see ; And your condition may be soon like mine, The child of sorrow and of misery. 8. A little farm was my paternal lot ; Then, like the lark, I sprightly hailed the morn ; But ah ! oppression forced me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted... | |
 | 1877 - 508 էջ
...the state you see : And your condition may be soon like mine, — The child of sorrow and of misery. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then like the lark I sprightly hail'd the morn ; But ah ! oppression forced me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1877 - 312 էջ
...to the state you see : And your condition may be soon like mine, The child of sorrow and of misery. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then like the lark I sprightly hailed the morn ; But ah! oppression forced me from my cot; My cattle died, and blighted... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 էջ
...to the state you see : And your condition may be soon like mine, The child of sorrow and of misery. e, Yet lovely in thy youthful grace ! The elder dames, th sprightly hailed the morn ; But ah ! oppression forced me from my cot ; My cattle died, and blighted... | |
 | 1881 - 364 էջ
...the state you see : And your condition may be soon like mine,— The child of sorrow and of misery. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then like the lark I sprightly hail'd the morn ; But ah ! oppression forced me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 էջ
...to the state you see; And your condition may be soon like mine, The child of sorrow and of misery. golden toil ; Where greatness stands upon as feeble feet sprightly hail'd the morn ; But, ah ! oppression forced me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted... | |
 | Passages, John Allen Giles - 1881 - 744 էջ
...to the state you see, And your condition may be soon like mine, The child of sorrow and of misery. A little farm was my paternal lot ; Then like the lark, I sprightly hailed the morn : But ah ! Oppression forced me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted... | |
 | Eye, J. S. S. Rothwell - 1882 - 48 էջ
...your breast, Your hands would not withhold the kind relief, And tears of pity would not be repress'd. A little farm was my paternal lot; Then, like the lark, I sprigthly hailed the morn ; But, ah! oppression forced me from my cot; My cattle died, and blighted... | |
 | John Hardy Raven - 1885 - 116 էջ
...lengthened years : And many a furrow on my grief-worn cheek Has been the channel to a flood of tears. A little farm was my paternal lot; Then like the lark I sprightly hailed the morn: But ah ! oppression forced me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted... | |
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Oppression forced me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted was my corn. 
