 | 1817 - 560 pàgines
...man of crime, (As if the balmy evening time Soften'd his spirit.) louk'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play:— Though still, whene'er his eye by...glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, tliat have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite'. Encounter morning's glorious rays.... | |
 | 1817 - 576 pàgines
...man of crime, (As if the balmy evening time Soften'd his spirit, ) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye...Encounter morning's glorious rays. ' But hark ! the vesper-call to prayer, As slow the orb of day-light sets, Is rising sweetly on the air, From SYRIA'S... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 374 pàgines
...man of crime, (As if the balmy evening time Soften'd his spirit,) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play: Though still, whene'er his eye by chance...and godless rite. Encounter morning's glorious rays. Is rising sweetly on the air, From SYRIA'S thousand minarets! The boy has started from the bed Of flowers,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 416 pàgines
...man of crime, (As if the balmy evening time Soften'd his spirit,) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye...joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night ^^H Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. But hark ! the vesper... | |
 | 1817 - 708 pàgines
...that man of crime {As if the balmy evening time Softened his spirit) looked, and lay Watching the rosy infant's play :— Though still, whene'er his eye...that unclouded joyous gaze, As torches, that have burned all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. 'But, hark... | |
 | 1817 - 694 pàgines
...that man of crime (As if the balmy evening time Softened his spirit) looked, and lay Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye...its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, A* torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 pàgines
...man of crime, (As if the balmy evening lime Soften'd his spirit,) look'd and lay, Watching the rns'j infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurjd glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 492 pàgines
...Fell on the boy'«, il» lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that bare burut all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. At this instant the ' vesper call of prayer' is heard. The child kneels and offers up his pure orisons... | |
 | 1818 - 590 pàgines
...resting from some unhallowed toil, with the stamp of all evil passions and evil deeds on his face. * Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the...Encounter morning's glorious rays. * But hark ! the vesper-call to prayer, As slow the orb of day-light sets, Is rising sweetly on the air, From SYRIA'S... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1818 - 798 pàgines
...Soften'd his spirit,) look'd and lay. Watching the rosy infant's play :— Though, still, whene'er hie eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance...and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. Л ut hark ! the vesper call to prayer, As slow the orb of day-light sets, Is rising sweetly on the... | |
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Soften'd his spirit) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless... 
