 | Phineas Garrett - 1904 - 890 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 I oppression forced me from my cot; My cattle died, and blighted... | |
 | Bertram Waldrom Matz - 1913 - 408 էջ
...to this 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 forc'd me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 408 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... | |
 | Arthur Jones - 1993 - 288 էջ
...to the state you see! And your condition soon may be 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 forc'd me from my cot; My cattle died, and blighted... | |
 | British poetical miscellany - 1800 - 276 էջ
...ftate you fee, " And your condition may be foon like mine, " The child of forrow and of mrfery ! " A little farm was my paternal lot, " Then, like the...fprightly hail'd the morn ! " But, ah ! oppreffion drove me from my cot, " My cattle dy'd, and blighted was my corn ! " My daughter, once the comfort... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1106 էջ
...to the state you see : And your condition may be soon like mine, The child of sorrow and of misery. ground The grateful earnest of eternal peace.]* Beneath sprightly hailed the morn ; But ah ! oppression forced me from my cot ; My cattle died, and blighted... | |
 | 1920 - 888 էջ
...soon like mine. The child of sorrow and of misery. Heaven sends misfortune — why should we repine ? 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1801 - 224 էջ
...slate you see : And your condition may he 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 forc'd me from my cot , My cattle dy'd, and blighted... | |
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Oppression forced me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted was my corn. 
