 | 1819 - 504 str.
...the/Tyrian stole Of Majesty, 'mid hosts more mildly bright, Altho' of worlds the centre and the soil 1 Sure 'twas a thing for Angels to have seen, When God did hang those lustres thro' the sky-- Suns, fouuts of life ! and Darkness sought to screen This were indeed some spirit,... | |
 | 1824 - 514 str.
...Tyriau stole, Of majesty, 'mid hosts more mildly bright, Altho' of worlds the centre and the soul! Sore 'twas a thing for angels to have seen, When God did hang those lustres thro' the sky — Sans, founts of life! and Darkness sought to screen With dusky wing her glazed and... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1830 - 334 str.
...Of Majesty, 'mid hosts more mildly bright, Although of worlds the centre and the soul ! Sure, 't was a thing for angels to have seen, When God did hang...pallid, sought to screen With dusky wing her dazed and haggered eye ; — But 't was in vain — for, pierced with light, she^died ; And now her timid ghost... | |
 | 1821 - 370 str.
...stole Of Majesty, mid hosts more mildly bright, Although of worlds the centre and the soul ! Su re, 'twas a thing for angels to have seen, When God did...sought to screen With dusky wing her dazed and haggard eye ; But 'twas in vain ; for, pierced with light, she died : And now her timid ghost dares only brood... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 str.
...Of Majesty, 'mid hosts more mildly bright, Although of worlds the centre and the soul! Sure, 't was a thing for angels to have seen, When God did hang...pallid, sought to screen With dusky wing her dazed and haggered eye ; — But 't was in vain — for, pierced with light, she died ; And now her timid ghost... | |
 | Author of The young man's own book - 1836 - 336 str.
...Religion will be all divine ! ANoN. THE STAR How brilliant on the Ethiop brow of Night Burns yon fiVd star, whose intermitting rays, like woman's changeful...seen, When God did hang those lustres through the s*ty ; And Darkness, turning pallid, sought to screen With dusky wing her dazed and haggard eye ; —... | |
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Burns yon fixed star, whose intermitting rays, Like woman's changeful eye, now shun our gaze. And now break forth in all the life of light ! Far fount of beams ! thou scarce art to the sight, In size, a spangle on the Tyrian stole Of Majesty, mid hosts... 