 | 1909 - 316 str.
...betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery. Sore pierced by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty !... | |
 | 1911 - 784 str.
...betwixt man and man : How many pine in want and dungeon glooms, Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs : How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery : sore pierc'd by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 852 str.
...betwixt man and man: How many pine in want and dungeon glooms, Shut from the common air, and common use went merry as a marriages-bell^. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! misery : sore pierc'd by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut ( )f cheerless poverty :... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 858 str.
...betwixt man and man: ¡low many pine in want and dungeon glooms, Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs: How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread 335 ( )f misery : sore pierc'd by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty... | |
 | 1916 - 550 str.
...beauty : Ah, little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; . . . How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery. Sore pierced by wintery winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty... | |
 | Ernest Bernbaum - 1918 - 422 str.
...betwixt man and man; How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms, Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs; how many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery; sore pierced by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty;... | |
 | Kevin White - 2004 - 342 str.
...affluence surround, IIo-.v many feel, this very moment, death, And all the sad variety of pain : .— . How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery ! sore pierced by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty,... | |
 | Peg A. Lamphier - 2003 - 336 str.
...they while they dance along, How many fell this very moment death And all the sad variety of pain; How many drink the cup Of Baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery, sore pierced by wintry winds; How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty.... | |
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... they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. 
