 | Samuel Rogers - 1793 - Страниц: 136
...voice of love. E As the ftern grandeur of a Gothic tower Awes not fo deeply in its morning-hour, As when the fhades of Time ferenely fall On every broken...; And with a brother's warmth, a brother's fmile, 19$ The ftranger greets each native of his ifle; So fcenes of life, when prefent and confeft, Stamp... | |
 | 1793 - Страниц: 542
...in its morning hour, As when the lhades of time ferenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall ; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each...As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And with a bi other's warmth, a brother's fmile, The ilrangcr greets each native of his ifle ; So fcenes of life,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1801 - Страниц: 208
...in its morning hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace! And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land; And with a brother's warmth, a... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1801 - Страниц: 222
...in its morning hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land; And with a brother's warmth, a... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1804 - Страниц: 182
...in its morning hour, As when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall ; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a " melancholy grace !" And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; ' And with a brother's warmth,... | |
 | New Church gen. confer - 1848 - Страниц: 494
...its morning hour, Than when the shades of time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall, — The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace; Each hallowed vision newer beauty gains, And in the heart for ever fixed, remains.' (To oe continued.)... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1816 - Страниц: 276
...its morning hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivyed wall ; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And, with a brother's warmth,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1816 - Страниц: 260
...tender images we love to trace, Steal from each yean a melancholy grace! "^ And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; | And, with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle ;/ So scenes of life, when present and confest,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1822 - Страниц: 340
...in its morning-hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivyed wall; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And, with a brother's warmth,... | |
 | 1830 - Страниц: 492
...its morning-hour, Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch, and ivied wall ; The tender images we love to trace Steal from each year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social life expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And with a brother's warmth, a... | |
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And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And, with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle... 
