 | 1802 - 302 str.
...pain'd, 5 My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of Brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax 10 That falls asunder at the touch of fire.... | |
 | William Cowper - 1802 - 350 str.
...is pain'd, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond. Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 234 str.
...pained, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire.... | |
 | William Cowper - 1806 - 300 str.
...My ear is My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax, That fella asunder at the touch of fire. He... | |
 | Thomas Clarkson - 1808 - 598 str.
...is pain'd, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 212 str.
...is pain'd, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 str.
...is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He... | |
 | William Cowper - 1811 - 228 str.
...is pain1dr My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1816 - 328 str.
...is paia'd, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong anil outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart. It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He... | |
 | Jesse Torrey - 1817 - 126 str.
...paiu'd* My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report • ; Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax • . That falls asunder at the touch of fire.... | |
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There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. 
