 | George Crabbe - 1808 - 274 str.
...— But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd expiring, at his Cottage-Gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view his Seat,...the bald polish of that honour'd head ; No more that aweful glance, on playful wight Compell'd to kneel and tremble at the sight ; To fold his fingers all... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1808 - 276 str.
...;— But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd expiring, at his Cottage-Gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view his Seat,...the bald polish of that honour'd head ; No more that aweful glance, on playful wight Compell'd to kneel and tremble at the sight ; To fold his fingers all... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1808 - 280 str.
...— But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd expiring, at his Cottage-Gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view his Seat,...the bald polish of that honour'd head ; No more that aweful glance, on playful wight Compell'd to kneel and tremble at the sight ; To fold his fingers all... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1808 - 280 str.
...— But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd expiring, at his Cottage-Gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view his Seat,...the bald polish of that honour'd head ; No more that aweful glance, on playful wight Compell'd to kneel and tremble at the sight ; To fold his fingers all... | |
 | 1809 - 604 str.
...But came not there, for, sudden was his fate, He dropp'd expiring, at his cottage-gate. « I fed his absence in the hours of prayer, And view his seat, and sigh for ISAAC there ; i I see no more those white locks thinly spread ; Hound the bald polish of that honour'd head ; No more... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1810 - 242 str.
...But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd, expiring, at his cottage-gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view his seat...locks thinly spread Round the bald polish of that honour' <1 head ; No more that aweful glance on playful wight, Compell'd to kneel and tremble at the... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1812 - 240 str.
...But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd, expiring, at his cottage-gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view his seat...Isaac there ; I see no more those white locks thinly spre id Round the bald polish of that honour'd head ; No more that aweful glance on playful wight,... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 str.
...for Itauc there: I see no more those white locks thinly tprcad Hound the bald polish of that honor'd head ; No more that awful glance on playful wight...to a smile; No more that meek and suppliant look in prarcr, Nor the pure faith, to give it force, are there: But he is blest, and I lament no more A wise... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1816 - 306 str.
...But came not there, for sudden was his fate, He dropp'd, expiring, at his cottage-gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view his seat...locks thinly spread Round the bald polish of that bonour'd head; No more that awful glance on playful wight, Compell'd to kneel and tremble at the sight,... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1820 - 304 str.
...But came not there, for sudden was bis fate, He dropp'd, expiring, at his cottage-gate. I feel his absence in the hours of Prayer, And view his seat...head; No more that awful glance on playful wight, CompelPd to kneel and tremble at the sight, To fold his fingers, all in dread the while, v Till Mister... | |
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I feel his absence in the hours of prayer, And view his seat and sigh for Isaac there ; I see no more those white locks thinly spread Round the bald polish of that... 
