| George Jay Smith - 1916 - 352 pàgines
...the day And the light are gone away. 23. Could I but see a traitor, How bravely I should fight. 24. So faint I am, these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can bear. 25. In the blue air no smoky cloud Hung over wood and lea, When the old church with the fretted tower... | |
| Henry Coppée - 1860 - 406 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... | |
| Samuel Prout Newcombe - 1850 - 704 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 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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