 | 1836 - 634 str.
...reeled ; But oft, at day's decline, A marble touch my brow congealed — Bleat mother, was it thine ? In foreign lands I travelled wide. My pulse was bounding high, Vice spread her meshes by my side, And pleasure lured my eye ; — Yst still that hand, so soft and cold, Maintained its mystic... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - 1832 - 496 str.
...decline, A marble touch my brow congealed— Blest mother, was it thine? In foreign lands I traveled wide, My pulse was bounding high, Vice spread her...when, amid my curls of gold, With gentle force it lay. As from the lowly sod, 'My son—my only one—beware! And with it breathed a voice of care, Nor sin... | |
 | 1832 - 550 str.
...decline, A inarhle touch my brow congeal'd, Blest mother! was it thine? In foreign lands I travell'd wide, My pulse was bounding high, Vice spread her...hand, so soft and cold, Maintained its mystic sway, And when amid my curls of gold, With gentle force it lay, And with it breathed a voice of care, As... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1833 - 180 str.
...bleed, And down I fell, and wept. A marble touch my brow congealed — Blest mother, was it thine ? In foreign lands I travelled wide, My pulse was bounding...spread her meshes at my side, And pleasure lured my eye j — Yet still that hand, so soft and cold, Maintained its mystic sway, As when, amid my curls of... | |
 | 1834 - 406 str.
...Blessed mother, was it thine ? In foreign lands I travelled wide, My pulse was bounding high, Viee spread her meshes at my side. And pleasure lured my eye ; — Yet still that hand, so soft and eold, Maintained its mystie sway, As when, amid my eurls of gold, With gentle foree it lay. And with... | |
 | Joseph Belcher - 1834 - 590 str.
...A marble touch my brow congeal'd — Blest mother — was it thine .' In foreign lands I travell'd wide, My pulse was bounding high,) Vice spread her meshes at my side, And pleasures lur'd my eye. Yet still that hand, so soft and cold, Maintain'd its mystic sway, As when... | |
 | 1835 - 616 str.
...decline, A marble touch my brow congealed, — Dear mother, was it thine ? In foreign lands, I traveled wide, My pulse was bounding high, Vice spread her...when, amid my curls of gold, With gentle force it lay. My son — my only one — beware ! Nor ain against thy God. That hallowed touch woe ne'er forgot !... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1836 - 404 str.
...!— But oft at day's decline, A marble touch my brow congealed— Blest mother ! was it thine ?— Vice spread her meshes at my side, And pleasure lured my eye;— In foreign lands I traveled wide, My pulse was bounding high, Yet, still that hand, so soft and cold,... | |
 | Samuel Worcester - 1837 - 264 str.
...brow congealed — Blessed mother, was it thire ? 10. In foreign lands I travelled wide, My pulse A"is bounding high, Vice spread her meshes at my side, And pleasure lured my eye ; — 11. Yet still that hand, so soft and cold, Maintained its mystic sway, As when, amid my curls... | |
 | 1838 - 348 str.
...thine? — In foreign lands I travelled wide, My pulse was hounding high, Vice spread her meshes hy my side, And pleasure lured my eye ; Yet still that...sway, As when, amid my curls of gold, With gentle foree it lay. "My SOD— my only one — heware ! Nor sin against thy God." Ye think, perehanee, that... | |
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Blessed mother ! was it thine? In foreign lands I travelled wide, My pulse was bounding high, Vice spread her meshes at my side, And pleasure lured my eye ; Yet still that hand, so soft and cold, Maintained its mystic sway, As when, amid my curls of gold,... 
