 | Poetry - 1806 - 192 pągines
...treeless waste behind. " My eyes are weak and dim with age, No road, no path, can I descry, And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen inclement...palsied frame can bear ; My freezing heart forgets to bait, And drifting snows my tomb prepare. " Open your hospitable door, And shield me from the biting... | |
 | John Sabine - 1810 - 308 pągines
...treeless waste behind. " My eyes are weak and dim with age, . "No road, no path, can I descry, And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen inclement...faint I am — these tottering feet No more my palsied fiame can bear j My freezing heart forgets to beat, And drifting snows my tomb prepare. "Open " Open... | |
 | 1820 - 190 pągines
...treeless waste behind. " My eyes are weak and dim with age.; No road, no path, can I descry ; And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen inclement...your hospitable door, And shield me from the biting blast : Cold, cold it blows across the moor, The weary moor that I have pass'd 1" With hasty step the... | |
 | William Pinnock - 1822 - 252 pągines
...treeless waste behind; 4. " My eyes are weak and dim with age, No road, no path, can I descry, And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen inclement sky. c 3. 5. " So faint I am — these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can bear ; My freezing heart... | |
 | Poetical ladder - 1827 - 94 pągines
...road, no path can I descry ; And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen inclement eky. " So faint I am— these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can bear ; " Open your hospitable door, And shield me from the biting blast, Cold, cold it blows across the... | |
 | Thomas Willcocks - 1829 - 334 pągines
...road or path can I descry; And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen, inclement sk}. " So faint I am — these tottering feet No more my...Open your hospitable door, And shield me from the hiting frost: Cold, cold it blows across the moor, The weary moor that I have cross'd." With hasty... | |
 | Moral and sacred poetry - 1829 - 326 pągines
...treeless waste hehind. " My eyes are weak and dim with age, No road or path can I desery; And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen, inclement...these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can hear ; My freezing heart forgets to heat, And drifting suows my tomh prepare. " Open your huspitahle... | |
 | Andrew Thomson - 1835 - 302 pągines
...<i. .- f, .! ,-i My eyes are weak and dim with age, No road, no path, can I descry ; .'.1.1 And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen, inclement...forgets to beat, And drifting snows my tomb prepare. .'Ill- .It> ...-:•>• Open your hospitable door, i And shield me from the biting blast ; , Cold,... | |
 | Ireland commissioners of nat. educ - 1836 - 188 pągines
...treeless waste behind,,. " My eyes are weak and dim with age, No road, no path can I descry ; And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen inclement...palsied frame can bear, My freezing heart forgets to beatj And drifting snows my tomb pre;. ( pare: . -... •. :.•i ini " Open your hospitable door,... | |
 | Samuel Maunder - 1844 - 544 pągines
...treeless waste behind. " My eyes are weak and dim with age, No road or path can I descry ; And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen inclement sky. " So faint I am—these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can bear; My freezing heart forgets to beat, And... | |
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A feeble voice was heard to implore: " Cold blows the blast across the moor, The sleet drives hissing in the wind; Yon toilsome mountain lies before, A dreary, treeless waste behind. " My eyes are weak and dim with age; No road, no path, can I descry;... 
