 | Charles Fenno Hoffman - 1837 - 278 str.
...day, and lonely night, And many a scene and hope appear, And almost make me gay and bright. Honour and fame that I would win, Though every toil that...and heaven, and wind and sea, And know that the cup which others drink Shall never be brimmed by me ; That many a joy must be untasted, And many a glorious... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 300 str.
...day, and lonely night, And many a scene and hope appear, And almost make me gay and bright. Honour and fame that I would win, Though every toil that...and heaven, and wind and sea, And know that the cup which others drink Shall never be brimmed by me ; That many a joy must be untasted, And many a glorious... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 304 str.
...day, and lonely night, And many a scene and hope appear, And almost make me gay and bright. Honour and fame that I would win, Though every toil that...and heaven, and wind and sea, And know that the cup which others drink Shall never be brimmed by me ; That many a joy must be untasted, And many a glorious... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 str.
...toilsome day and lonely night, And many a scene and hope appear, And almost make me gay and bright. Honour and fame that I would win, Though every toil that...and not an hour Were brightly hued by Fancy's power. 313 And, though I sometimes sigh to think Of earth and heaven, and wind and sea, And know that the... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 str.
...toilsome day and lonely night, And many a scene and hope appear, And almost make me gay and bright. Honour and fame that I would win, Though every toil that...been Were doubly borne, and not an hour Were brightly hucd by Fancy's power. And, though I sometimes sigh to think Of earth and heaven, and wind and sea.... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 str.
...toilsome day and lonely night, And many a scene and hope appear, And almost make me gay and bright. Honour and fame that I would win, Though every toil that yet hath been Were doubly borne, ami not an hour Were brightly hued by Fancy's power. Anil, though I sometimes sigh to think Of earth... | |
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Than if they had never travelled thence. Yet I have other thoughts that cheer The toilsome day, and lonely night, And many a scene and hope appear, And almost make me gay and bright. Honour and fame that I would win, Though every toil that yet hath been... 