 | Abraham Cowley - 1905 - 484 str.
...When in the Cradle, Innocent I lay, Thou, wicked Spirit, stolest me away, And my abused Soul didst bear, Into thy new-found Worlds I know not where, Thy Golden Indies in the Air ; And ever since I strive in vain My ravisht freedom to regain ; Still I Rebel, still thou dost Reign, Lo, still... | |
 | Abraham Cowley - 1905 - 484 str.
...When in the Cradle, Innocent I lay, Thou, wicked Spirit, stolest me away, And my abused Soul didst bear, Into thy new-found Worlds I know not where, Thy Golden Indies in the Air ; And ever since I strive in vain My ravisht freedom to regain ; Still I Rebel, still thou dost Reign, Lo, still... | |
 | Kenneth Newton Colvile - 1923 - 296 str.
...account of his own absorption in poetry, whereof the spirit Stolest me away, And my abused Soul did'st bear Into thy new-found Worlds, I know not where, Thy Golden Indies in the Air. In the Ode, Sitting and Drinking in the Chair made out of the Reliques of Sir Francis Drake's Ship... | |
 | G. Gabrielle Starr - 2004 - 318 str.
...When in the Cradle innocent I lay, Thou, wicked Spirit, stol'est me away, And my abused Soul didst bear Into thy new-found Worlds, I know not where, Thy Golden Indies in the Air. (11. 83-90) Since the mid-eighteenth century (up to which time he was the most popular English poet)... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 820 str.
...The ills which thou thyfelf haft made ? " When in the cradle innocent I lay, "Thou, wicked fpif it! ftoleft me away, '• " And my abufed foul didft bear...Into thy new-found worlds, I know not where, " Thy goldea Indies in the air ; 1 " And ever fince I ftrive in vain " My ravifh'd freedom to regain ; •"*... | |
 | Abraham Cowley - 1905 - 484 str.
...When in the Cradle, Innocent I lay, Thou, wicked Spirit, stolest me away, And my abused Soul didst bear, Into thy new-found Worlds I know not where, Thy Golden Indies in the Air ; And ever since I strive in vain My ravisht freedom to regain ; Still I Rebel, still thou dost Reign, Lo, still... | |
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Ah ! wanton foe, dost thou upbraid The ills which thou thyself hast made ? When in the cradle innocent I lay, Thou, wicked spirit, stolest me away, And my abused soul didst bear Into thy new-found worlds, I know not where... 
