 | William Cowper - 1801 - 280 pàgines
...pain'd, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as^he flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds... | |
 | William Cowper - 1802 - 350 pàgines
...pain'd, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond. Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.... | |
 | 1802 - 302 pàgines
...5 My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of Brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax 10 That falls asunder at the touch of fire.... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 300 pàgines
...is My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax, That fella asunder at the touch of fire. He... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 234 pàgines
...pained, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire.... | |
 | Thomas Clarkson - 1808 - 598 pàgines
...pain'd, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 212 pàgines
...pain'd, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 pàgines
...pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He... | |
 | William Cowper - 1811 - 228 pàgines
...pain1dr My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1816 - 328 pàgines
...paia'd, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong anil outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart. It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He... | |
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There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart— It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. 
