 | George Stillman Hillard - 1858 - 248 pàgines
...eyes are weak and dim with age; No road, no path can I descry; And these poor rags ill stand the raga Of such a keen, inclement sky. " So faint I am, these...your hospitable door, And shield me from the biting blast; With hasty steps the farmer ran, And close beside the fire they place The poor, half-frozen... | |
 | Book - 1858 - 124 pàgines
...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 sky. Open your hospitable door, And shield me from the biting blast ; Cold, cold it blows across the moor,... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1859 - 228 pàgines
...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 heat, And drifting snows my tomb prepare. " Open your hospitable door, And shield me from the biting... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1861 - 248 pàgines
...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 ; THE THIRD PRIMARY READES. With hasty steps the farmer ran, And close beside the fire they place... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1862 - 232 pàgines
...hissing in the wind ; Yon toilsome mountain lies before, A dreary treeless waste behind. 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 passed." With hasty steps... | |
 | William M'Gavin (editor of The union school song garland) - 1862 - 82 pàgines
...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 sky. So faint I am, these tott'rfng feet No more my palsied frame can bear; My freezing heart forgets to beat, And drifting snows... | |
 | James Stuart Laurie - 1863 - 264 pàgines
...inclement sky. " So faint I am—these tottering feet No more my feeble frame can bear; My sinking heart forgets to beat, And drifting snows my tomb...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! " The poor, half-frozen... | |
 | Life-lights - 1864 - 344 pàgines
...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." With hasty steps the... | |
 | 1864 - 386 pàgines
...treeless waste behind. " My eyes aro weak and dim with ago ; No road, no path, can 1 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 feeble frame can bear ; My sinking heart forgets to beat, And drifting snows my tomb prepare. " Open... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1864 - 276 pàgines
...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...So faint I am — these tottering feet No more my feeble frame can bear ; My sinking heart forgets to beat, And drifting snows my tomb prepare. " Open... | |
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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;... 
